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A good day. Rushed for time. I gave Moogie a short ride out to New West. I got home just in time to flake. This construction work, nobody ever gets ahead on it. At least, very least, we got . . . Mom’s place . . . it was fine alright. Particularly weird, we were mistaken for spouses. Heather’s not feeling well. I feel sorry toward her but I . . . don’t dare say anything in front of her.
[Author’s note 2025: Once more, this is an entry that takes a lot of interpretation. I was never an item with Heather, but she liked to behave in some ways like we were. If I recall, I gave her a ride to a medical clinic, where it turned out the wait was a couple hours. I had to leave her there, hey, it was on a bus route. Tina was more of a mentor. She knew all about my old girlfriends. Tina and I never dated either, although she said we’d make a good couple. Maybe so. She eventually married some guy from the army and disappeared for 30 years. ]
Here’s the final set from a TV show I’ve never seen, called “Hollywood Squares”.
