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I travel for my work, and I hit a lot of garage sales and second-hand stores. The chance to pick up something unique and with history from another part of the country is too fantastic to pass up. I’ve scored some decent gems over the years, but nothing quite like what I picked up last year while traveling through the Mustang Islands, in Texas.
I saw Debbie, who was – as usual – depressed and depressing. Perhaps she was just having her period. That’s always the way I figure I can excuse girls’ black moods. I wish guys had that excuse, too; I’d be having my period a couple of times a week.
Lying on my bed, Stacy and I had a really good talk. It was all very nice: she played the guitar, and I felt that she really is a good, gentle person. “Are you seeing anyone seriously?” she asked me. “I’m seeing a lot of people comically,” I said.