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August 4, 2013
Today is FOUR. Or is it THREE?
This I implore and ask of thee.
Was it 3, most likely 4?
I cop a plea at your front door.

It is at this juncture that Davey began to seriously drag ass, most likely due at least in part to chemical inputs from hoteliers’ carpet treatments, which were understandable, given everyone’s deathly fear of bedbug infestations.

He realized, much to everyone’s chagrin – meaning all car occupants – that culling, collecting, collating and carrying compost around in its increasingly fetid state was akin to nasal assault of the highest order.
But Davey was adamant.