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Placinghad changed, and it was tiot my head out of my ass
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The Jungle Gym was only open a few hours on Sunday, and for the first ti the afternoon visiting with the gang, trying new smoothie recipes None of it made me happy anymore
Patrick and Elaine had decided to getat the ranch house and the reception at the Sip-n-Dip Patrick had sent plane tickets for all of us
Kenny orking on vacation tie on my excuses
Elaine insisted I be one of her bridesh I knew Stuart had left the country, I couldn’t go back there for a wedding The pain of ht with hi a sore tooth
 
; “She’s planning the whole thing Boho Ranch” Kenny was inside the bar with ainst the counter “She wants you to be there as creative consultant”
“You’re just as creative as I a for this since the day Patrick’s email about plane tickets arrived
“We’ve never taken a girls’ trip We ain!”
“Don’t be such a pessiht win the lottery”
Her eyes narrowed, but I wasn’t feeling as happy as o home and paint
The vibrant yellow, orange, and red abstract I’dit “Fire in the Desert,” and I wanted to see what new feelings I ht I’d stretched a new canvass, and I was thinking of an impressionist version of the colt
Bill’sti throirled in my head like a metaphor