Time slipped into a glass of cabernet sauvignon, dribbled in iCal files and sleepy attempts to export them. I booted up quickly, dripping muddy water into my abandoned slipper. A shuffling run thru the snow to the bus stop, where a fellow homo asked if this was the busstop for the #2. "Will this connect to the #5?" Not knowing the #5, I pointed
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I know I shouldn't be, but I'm surprised that Hawaii has buses. I imagine there's not enough road...
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Your bus route looks short enough, but long enough to read. My favorite. Do you see the golf course on your way home? Do you take it furter down to the zoo very often?
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