Thirty years ago today
I got in touch with Nancy on Saturday about seeing my daughter on Sunday. After I talked to the baby on the phone for a while Nancy told me she didn't want to come down to my place. So after all those times of following her around like a dog while she shopped I would have to go all the way up to northwest Scarborough because she was too lazy to come down to The Beaches.
I didn't win the lottery again that night. I watched TV, cleaned up, and worked on projects.
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