He says he's begun to recover from last weekend's surgery. He was a good houseguest, neat about his person, not much trouble, only ate with his fingers when I ate with mine. As he drove away, we ran after him yelling, "Shane! Shane!"
He never looked back.
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Thursday, August 13, 2009
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