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| Somehow, I don’t imagine this is our conductor. |
Secret Agent Fred and I are spending Christmas day taking the train down the coast to Los Angeles. It’s supposed to be a really spectacular trip and I like riding on trains,
but right now, four hours before we’re supposed to leave, Fred and I are both sort of loaded (in Fred’s case, you can delete the “sort of” part. Plowed would be a better description.) Still, how hard can it be to get on a train?
Hmmm.
We’ll be back soonish, I’ll tell you all about it.
mrpeenee 
Sleeping away the holiday on a train, how luscious…
Happy happy!
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hope someone takes your ticket!
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I'll be looking for the caboose!
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What the what what? How is it I'm not aware of your every move? Though at least this explains–kinda–why I haven't had an answer to my email.
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He blows hot and cold, Diane.
The fickle bitch.
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That boy in the top picture is very fetch. And he's a heartbreaker. Here, you let take care of him and you won't have to go through the heart ache. I'll do it for you. Why? Because, that's just the kind of guy I am.
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Happy New Year!
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Happy New Year to a swell old broad.
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The broadest..!
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