Yep, cause there I am, sitting at a hard plastic table, not far from a deluxe “play station”– and an escalator, escalating away as the war in Vietnam kept excalating, all kinds of pesticides and herbicides manuever,
Manual labor, good hard soldiering, when on “mall” heights, an extreme Hispanic, (remember this is California, and LA reflects Spanish, mestizo, pleased to meet you, and Apache, and Yaki), Manuel, an illegal alien, chopping by.
Many men any weather for there a kind guide, Sarah, was standing, a gift of God, having sprung from the forehead of Zeus, and these LA California food courts, no matter what happens in the future, are fantastic. I wish Sarah hadn’t worn that bikini I loved more than her.
Spam of Human Affection 
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