I’m ill. Milkshakes are on their way. I’ll live. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.
In lieu of a handmade dispatch, take a look at this summary.
It couldn’t hurt. Might help.
Until Next Time,
Lights Up!
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Feel better kiddo. Dammit!
Thanks, Connie. It's a drag you were Ill for so long. I love the image of Vic dancing to the tune of your watch blasts. If you need sure fire action there's no one better than Vic. xo