I said to my friend, "G" the other day, I said, "G", (that's what I call her sometimes), "G, if you had told me a year ago that I would be in love, sleeping in a home with a gravel driveway, and spending my weekends going to mule day . . . . . . "
"Strange times my friend" G said. "Mule days. There's a story for the grandkids."
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