It sure did look like her. She didn't look happy or nearly as sexy as when I saw her smokin' that cigarette that one day. Let me guess--next time I see her she'll be blasting out of a window about two thirds of the way up that new building behind Chevy's in the midst of fireball right into a triple gainer on to a Ducati 800 waiting on the back of flat-bed semi below. Right?
This is really getting ridiculous. I see the setups--at Macy's, at the Post Office, etc.--and they don't effect my game at this point. I'm kind sorta past all of it, I hate to tell ya. I will keep e-mailing Charlie Savage until everything stops.
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