I heard a song from the speaker of a passing car
I had a really nice birthday. Day at the MFA with Degas' nudes, dinner with my family at Bergamot. The week since has been mixed, but I read Sean O'Brien's The Drowned Book (2007) and Irmgard Keun's The Artificial Silk Girl (Die kunstseidene Mädchen, 1932) and I've got three-quarters of Edward Petherbridge's Slim Chances and Unscheduled Appearances (2011) to go; I am not without really well-written diversions.

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Thank you. And I got to skip it being on Yom Kippur this year.
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Hold someone up on the road. If they can tell you a story, you can let them go.
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Thank you! It was Sunday—I'm behind on my social media—but it was very good.
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The purchase of honey should also have been required.
re: your subject line, the tall one's former girlfriend used to have a thing she'd do if someone had their car stereo on really loud. She'd yell, "Turn it up; I love that song!"
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I like that as a form of tribute. My brother went apple-picking the week before; hence I made a lot of things with baked apple.
Honey for the new year.
Turn it up; I love that song!"
*snerk*
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Thank you! It was.
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Thank you!
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Thank you!
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I hope the better things and qualities have been turned up high in the mixing of your week.
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It was honestly a pretty terrible week, ditto most of the weekend. But I'm hoping for the future.