Walking home tonight I passed a ute, one boy was leaning against the door, three were sitting across the front seat wearing wife beaters and looking to see if I was looking at their flexing muscles.
Just as I was passing through their thick cloud of marijuana smoke I heard one say, 'Yeah, ever since I gave up the ciggies, my speech has been really slurred.'
I have found the love for this project:
When I started it last year I was doing data entry. Inspired by All Tangled Up, it flew along, I finished a repeat a day, or more. Then I started teaching. Suddenly I managed barely a repeat a week. Then gave up altogether because 'fire bad, tree pretty' - lace too hard.
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