
Now that's a lie. The head of the man has sunken lower and lower. No more extra snapshots. The TELLER hat at the Bank window has zero tolerance for changing of coin. It's a sure bet I'm going to win. It's just a matter of slow dreadful non-talking or laughing or ice-crunching time.
"I'm going to kick your butt legal just to show you that I can. Let's finish it out," I say. "After this we can make deals, I like that better anyway,"
It's late. I'd nearly rather be asleep than finish the quiet game. "What happened to all the 'this is fun, huh?' comments? I ask.
No comment.

This is a tiny photo of a rather large sum of money donated to "Free Parking" (we did make this little rule for us--it's not one of theirs). Most of the sums of rent I paid to Greg went to this rather large middle, though it's covered in cash now.... donated mostly with his hand, though I did land on Marine Ball a couple of times which costs $75. per pop, but it turned out that I just donated to myself.... Something like $758. I picked up here. Smile Greg!
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