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Feb 07, 2007 20:41

I think my car could just make it to Mexico. We'll ditch it there somewhere -- park it on the street outside a bank with a cardboard sign that says, "Back in Ten Minutes" in magic marker, the engine idling.

I'll sell mangoes with chili powder and you'll learn to eat fire. We'll set up a little webpage to arrange swaps of iPods, customer appreciation cards, Amazon wishlists for paranoiac webheads who're tired of everything that doesn't forget. Who just want a rest and a breath.

Don't tell. Please, don't tell. Not even your Health Coach, especially not your Health Coach. I promise, we'll be happy there, finally beyond the reach of the ShopRites and Meijers.
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