The stars were pitted against me today. I was a 9, he was a 9. Commanded to battle our each other's best interests. But, I met some really entertaining and loving people at the farmers' monthly potluck. Lots of intellectuals subjected to their economic status and pressures from helicopter parents. It was a lot like the line in "The Piano Man" about sharing a drink, called loneliness. Everyone was soooooooo friendly, and soooooooo yearning to meet someone different from the rest.
Chris, from A Story Told, on raising a baby, "It's like having a little pet you bring everywhere!"
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