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I don't know how Gina is sleeping in this heat. My guess is that she isn't. As for me, I left the pleasant chill of my room upstairs because channel five was out and I needed my 1:30 am M*A*S*H fix. Father Mulcahey reminds me of Piglet. I've always liked Piglet. Hint of a maternal nature in me? Or just a sense of affinity with the porcine?

Down here in Mint Manor's sweltering rec room, Trapper John wins a hand of poker and I polish off half a carton of strawberries and wonder where my life is heading. Let's get that out of our systems before we return to the cool comfort of the air mattress. Let us, also, stop peppering our prose with phrases like "cool comfort". I am instating a ban on adjectives. I expect this to last for two more sentences. I have no willpower at all. I'm such a artless bumbler.

Shine on, shine on harvest moon
for me and my gal.

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