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Dimwit

It's the desk itself that's of value, and value's what I'm after here. As in, cash. Because what else am I supposed to do with this junk? Time flies all right, but not because I've been having any fun. It flies no matter what you do and faster and faster it seems, so now I can hardly tell one day from the next. Burl feels the same, I know. We go through our days and our days go through us, and here we are, two old goats with a garage full of crap collected by an old woman five years in the ground, an old woman who was a young woman once upon a time, and a beautiful one at that. Read the whole story here...