20 Oct 2022

I bowl a string game and despise it; I hate gutters and failure. Theoretically I support them but real circumstances are less tolerable so I stick with the bumpers. Some days I am a mean man, while others a sweet girl. There is an in-between, theoretically.

People pass in front of a glass window, where the sunset shines through into the entrance of a building that looks out onto the harbor.

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