It is Monday. We have about 10 days before the ticket to Ocala expires worthless, or not.
The highway ramps have been lucrative. They make Saint Augustine seem like a joke (the city, not the saint)
I feel sorry for Larry and I hesitate to tell him how much money is out there on the ramps, for fear of seeing him on my favorite ramp, playing Neal Young.
The highway ramps have been lucrative. They make Saint Augustine seem like a joke (the city, not the saint)
I feel sorry for Larry and I hesitate to tell him how much money is out there on the ramps, for fear of seeing him on my favorite ramp, playing Neal Young.
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