135/365 Pat
played saxophone and smoked dope like any jazz musician. Our respective friendships with the band director brought about our unlikely pairing. I was at her house when her father had a heart attack and died. That I one time corrected his grammar haunts me.
posted by Indigo Bunting at 6:04 AM
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I don't mind if you correct my grammar but don't you dare tell me that a rugby shirt isn't cool.
I'll keep that in mind. Wouldn't want to endanger your health.
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