Deanna joined us a few minutes later.
We walked to the Bob's Pub down the street.
For a Friday, remarked Colin, it was pretty packed.
Lots of oldies.
The Bruins and another team were playing for the Stanley Cup.
The biggest screen was for the computerized Poker game.
We waited for our fish and chips - chicken fingers for Peggy.
Colin knows how to give jokes.
Him and I had beer, Deanna and Peggy Ginger Ale and Red Rose tea.
We waited.
Colin briefly mentioned about 2/3 of the humans would be "ascending."
I ordered a bowl of clam chowder, which actually came late after the fish and chips.
There were a few small chemtrails, 4 or 5, and I caught one lone Sprayboy.
We walked Colin back to his place, Smitty the ooold dog came limping/shivering/running/ to him for a biscuit.
15 days left to pack, Colin.
See you in Dawson.
15 days left to pack, Colin.
See you in Dawson.
May your ascendence be painless.
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