� Dear Devin � 2005-10-26 � 9:25 p.m. �
Dear Devin....
"Tom appeared on the sidewalk with a bucket of whitewash and a long-handled brush. He surveyed the fence, and all gladness left him and a deep melancholy settled down upon his spirit. Thirty yards of fence nine feet high. Life to him seemed hollow, and existence but a burden."
One board at a time, Darling... and if you need help... call me.
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