So, last night, in walking around relatively quiet, city-wise, Wilmington, there was something seen, open all night, with people logging whatever with the name, PARCELS. I saw nice roller contraptions where people walk around stuff. Probably taken from vans. But if I could do something a few hours and finish up writing whatever on however much time is left, I'm doing something. Not just walking off with a 
as if I'm all that satisfied with myself. Not interested. So I'm seeing into making an effort at sticking around.
An hour and eight minutes. Piece of cake. Curious, right? How's my bicycle, Sade?
Security for everybody has fallen short in varying degrees for the simple fact resentment permeates practically every human relationship going. Not just being shallow about money.
In the ongoing, how-in-the-heck can you call that an on-going melodrama, chasing Sade Baderinwa all-over-the-place without her moving a relative inch?
She's not stupid. I've seen her phone filming and eyes worried that an aggressor was grabbing at me and after turning to her I moved the bicycle between and he ran. For long minutes watched him hustle who knows where looking to the stars. Anyway, she has a job, and we did an eye-bonding once she's not obligated to. I'm a mess and worth around a plug nickel all added up. Except I have, oh never mind. people can't be bothered making convenience best for everyone else too. Especially the poor, the charity gimmicks that frustrate the simple life. Line up here. Tell me what I can write down to help you enough to apply for more government money for the system. No? Close enough.
Uh oh ... This country has no idea how bent over backwards LIBRARIES have worked to keep up with solving America's crises.
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