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My Dad sent me cheese in the mail today.
Now that's all there is in the fridge.
Some cheese.
Not going to my Grammy's for Thanksgiving. I need a whole new break system for my car.
I was so looking forward to good southern collard greens, fried corn, cornbread, butterbeans and all that jazz, too. Looks like it's cheese and crackers again for dinner.
There is no God.
I wish I could go to the beach.