August 24th 2005 8:47 am
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Sshh. Don't tell Bill I said that. I like for him to think I think I'm good. But I know what I'm doing when I move his shoes, pull out one Kleenex or release a sheet of paper towel from the kitchen trash.
Life's good. And it's fun.
I came to live with them in January to give Tazi a reason to eat, drink and get off the couch. Man have I done that. I attribute part of that to my name. Clint the Squint tore 'em up too. What I'm wondering... will the next one be named Favor?
Oops, time to type expires.
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