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well, I hope Phil's not dead in a ditch somewhere. trying not to get worried. He took all his beer to Wine and Vinyl at the Underground. then stopped at his son's for a new kennel. it's getting late, and dark.

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  1. well, he made it home, but shouldn't have been driving. My God, all belligerent and everything else. Told him to do a puff and then I'd talk to him. he did, then we were good.

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