
Dad and Brother #1 are going to India for two weeks.
Mister Cuckoo is okay but starving. Crickets aren’t available at the Pet Shop. I’m going to feed him tropical fish – tiny, little tropical fish. I’m not cold-blooded. Food chain – remember! (totally warped in this context!) -- Like Jains I believe in nonviolence toward all living creatures unless I’m obstinately copycatting, role-playing Jim Corbett! :-) Trigger-happy hunting isn’t good.
Nicorette nicotine gum isn’t available. I’m seriously thinking that I’d quit smoking. What do you think?
What’s happening in your life?
Missing me eh? :-)
You’re my Junie B. I love you so much.
That’s all for now.
Bye.
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