Christy and I went to Mickey's diner in downtown St Paul last night. We had been there a year ago, 2 times ago when Ani had her rods lengthened. We got to talking to the cook, he had been there the last time. He kep us talking, so our whole story came out. He said that our story was one of the most heart-wrenching stories he had ever heard. Wow. Really? He must have heard so many stories, he's right there behind the counter. Maybe I should feel more depressed?
No, I think I'm doing fine.
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