There’s roads, and there’s roads. And they call. Can’t you hear it? Roads of the earth
and roads of the spirit. The best roads of all are the ones that aren’t certain. One of those is where you’ll find me. Til they drop the big curtain.
J: (Has a cup of milk, gargles when drinking) Grrlgrllll
Me: How are we supposed to drink?
J: It is not me (with a very serious face), it is a telephone ringing.
Me: (paralyzed, it was hard not to laugh)
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