We're right here all.

Once again, this might as well prove costs takes to the ether.

This time, from self-quarantine in the Purpose of Fruit of 2.

We've been in trouble.

We join hands and join hearts and try to find some solace in each other's company.

We have a social distance that we are forced to employ due to health conditions, times being

scandalous like they are.

Hi Jennifer.

Hi.

How are you tonight?

Pretty good.

All things considered.

We looked in on our neighbors today.

We went to the supermarket, got some supplies, hilariously our local grocery store was out

of flour and I thought, really bitches, you're not going to go home and make sourdough bread

today.

Everyone's baking from scratch during the parlor of plague.

As you know, during times of great crisis, people come together and are kind to one another.

Of course, to disabuse you of that notion and to make sure that you know that Hollywood

is the horrible festering pit of ego that you think it is.

Yesterday, two guys were driving down the road, drove through a road light, almost killed

a couple of pedestrians, honked and were in an SUV.

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