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Dark -thirty I don't know what time it is. I know work ended, at least the place I get paid, to do the things they need done. The rest I do on my time, unpaid, well, not in dollars and cents. I stopped at the market, to get things for dinner. I stretched the budget... until it screamed, for mercy. But I showed it, none! Then I went by the bank, and tried to negotiate a pass, on a mistake, that I did not intend to make, but they don't do that anymore, there is no reason to have, customer service, or loyalty... kindness services. So I paid, and tried hard, to remember not to do that again. I drove home, made dinner, did the dishes, finished three loads, put them away. Somewhere in the middle, we sang... a spider song, read a small book, and prayed... that was the high-light of my day.

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