11:13 a.m. - 2010-02-03
fifty
one time i went to the sallies to buy a blanket for the dog kennel. i found a nice warm woolen blanket, like the kind that are in hospitals. i thought, this would be perfect.
when i took it up to pay for it, the lady at the counter said to me, oh what a good find and such a good price to keep you warm at night!
instantly i felt bad because this blanket could, indeed, have kept someone else probably a bit poorer than me very warm at night. i felt bad for the rest of the day.
but the dog appreciated it.
[don't let the sun catch you crying :: gerry and the pacemakers]
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