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[BurtReynolds]

She must feel like such a fool.

[Jorge]

If you got a refund, you should definitely give her the money back. She's right now wondering why you haven't yet. She's fuming

No she's not! We didn't even expect to be refunded.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[epilogue]

What's one self-care thing you do at least daily?

Mine would be making coffee.

Alcohol

[Ello Sailor]

Wtf Jorge. How is that even a question?

[Jorge]

I struggle sometimes with math and logic, my thinking gets foggy.

[epilogue]

Try alcohol!

[VinylGuy]

dont give her shit

[Chris_H_2]

I struggle sometimes with math and logic, my thinking gets foggy.

Pretty sure this is about neither math nor logic, but rather integrity and ethics.

Don’t give her the money.

[Jorge]

I'm more confused than ever!

[Ello Sailor]

Pay her back and then ask your dad for money.

[The Argonaut]

She (essentially) paid for a ticket to a show and then was refunded that payment. You barely factor into this story. You just happen to be the guy currently holding someone else's money. Thief! Thief!

[Jorge]

I already sent her the money, damn

[The Argonaut]

whew. You're a good man

[lennytheweedwhacker]

What's one self-care thing you do at least daily?

Mine would be making coffee.

Take my meds. Anti-depressants and a probiotic.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Now I see how Jorge got so rich.

[spike]

Now I see how Jorge got so rich.

By controlling the weather?

[knee tunes]

I struggle sometimes with math and logic, my thinking gets foggy.

Pretty sure this is about neither math nor logic, but rather integrity and ethics.

Don’t give her the money.

[dad]

What's one self-care thing you do at least daily?

Mine would be making coffee.

Coffee, and an unwavering commitment to my bedtime routine.

What’s your routine?

[dad]

What's one self-care thing you do at least daily?

Mine would be making coffee.

Alcohol

What’s your favorlite?