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Asking Me For Directions

Where is the twisted human club? I did not know, so here’s the rub…. I saw them crammed in a cranny down the street. Their petootsies were showing, it was not sweet. Now when people ask I send them there. But they left years ago, without a care. I still like giving them a wild goose chase. Serves them right for asking me at every place.

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Date: 9/27/2023 9:23:00 PM
More so, when we have Google maps
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 9/28/2023 7:49:00 PM
I am terrible at real directions, I say "go to the malt shop, make a quick left, run down the alley, find a green door...."

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