In the past few weeks I have repaid my debt to the bookstore who loaned me money for a bus, gotten lost innumerable times having once to rely on a 70 year old woman to escort me one full hour on foot to my destination, and been stung by a supposedly harmless "laundry" bee, so called because this bee likes to nest in our laundry as it hangs out to dry. The bee sting swelled and itched and hurt like heck. But on Saturday morning, March 19, all began to go well again. I was awakened to a birthday cake with an ungodly number of candles on it. As a nonsmoker, I expected to blow out the candles easily, but as of late (say, 5 months) I am also a nonexcerciser so I wound up sputtering
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