"Thinking about stuff like that don't feed the kids"--The Grapes of Wrath
"I was mean like a wolf. Now I'm mean like a weasel"--ibid.
John came over and worked on the kitchen sink, which hasn't been draining right.
Dinner was pizza.
At choir practice we started rehearsing for a concert a week Sunday. (It's all stuff we know.) There's a new guy called Giovanni sitting next to me.
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