Yes, but the conflict appears in retrospect. It is impossible for me to forget the defeated afternoon when that is all was all. I screamed, yelped, roared, hissed, and fluted. And they paused long enough to decide my fate. Which, as it turns out, was not according to my plan at all. Headaching exhaustion, despair, and a glass of wine and beer. Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, sure, but tonight I need to relax.
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Me and Mr. Jones 
um. how are you? i feel so out of touch. what’s with the conflict? the fate deciding? and when did idio post that picture?hi. i think about you even if working makes me too tired to call.
it was the kiddies…they were crazy, or, rather, disinterested. a bad friday. but things are looking up now–field trip tomorrow!!!!