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There's nothing more surprising then taking a nice big swig of water that's been sitting around on my desk since yesterday afternoon. There's just something so tasty and tangy about it. Course the sad thing is when I don't get a refill of fresh water right away, but continue to reach for the "stale" water. You would think I would have learned not to drink this water the first time. But alas, I'm a slow learner.
I have to make a quick comment about my last post. In particular the very first sentence, "So, I made this new friend". It makes it sound like I got some clay and construction paper out and made an art project. Makes it sound like I can't find friends and I have to make them. I guess it could be worse, I'm only making them, I'm not having to pay for them to be my friend.
This distracted me so much I nearly drank the stale water again. I really need to get a refill of fresh water before I take another drink. :-)
Hey where you going? Get back here... bye for now.
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