After Rikki, we’re all done in.

Like me, he’s tired. Really truly.

Our teenager is exhausted too.

And the cats are confused. Honestly.
And you know what? I don’t care any more. I write good stuff you don’t read or comment on. Ten books. Nothing to say by you. You just don’t care. What do I do?
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Well, you can count me in. I will start reading.
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