35. Do the hustle.
Run away,
run away.
And make tomorrow harder to live than today.
A sudden urge to revisit a site Char and I used to visit back in secondary school years.

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Chicken, the way you like it.)
Nothing has changed, the subservient chicken remains obedient, if not
more subservient (if he can be any more, that is). Oh but the chicken rejected my request for a hug.
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Righto! My company's back, which means the chicken wings are ready! Marilyn's mom's one helluva cook. Mmmm...!
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