Prisoners Relief
I'm not in the mood for writing just now, but this I'll say: I'm like a starved out prisoner, very easily satisfied - hence the smile. I've found out I don't need that much really to be happy. (Just for a little while at least.)
Or I could pursue that car metaphor from last post, and tell you that someone just lent me a few ounces of that rare oil my car needs.
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