A Body Like Yours Oughta Be in Jail

This morning I picked up the printed souvenir reunion booklets (memory books, gossip notes, glamour shots, bragerrifics, show-em-if-you-got-ems). The first batch is going in the mail today, whatever I can carry to the post office on Dearborn, which is one block from McDonald’s and two blocks from Cold Stone Creamery. Incidentally.
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