In the end, we're just animals tripping out and acting strange
I am back from the morning's dentist, I am back from the afternoon's doctor, I have a second booster in my shoulder: I am going to nap. I have been medically instructed to de-stress. Anyone got a spare million and a small island in the North Atlantic? I aten't dead.

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Anyone got a spare million and a small island in the North Atlantic?
Would that I did! I would start a sea-swept artists' island of friends like THAT. All bladderwrack and late-night tea and, of course, high-speed internet, in keeping with the needs of the age. You would be immediately invited. Lacking the million and the island, I send hugs.
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*hugs*
I still like your plan, though.