Fog

It’s foggy this morning in Gravyville and I love it.  It makes me feel extra Jason Bourne-y.   It also seems to put a strange spin on everything.  For example, I am pretty sure I almost got ran over by an old man doing some speed walking through Walmart this morning. He was wearing one of those little Tour de France hats and had wrist bands around his calves.  He was movin’ fast and not stopping for anybody or anything.  I am also pretty sure he also had the body of a shark and the head of a mongoose—but that could be the fog talking.

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