I
offer this tale as a glimpse into my so-called mind.
Sherri
and I were are a fancy restaurant. Across the room was a dinner-party at a big
table; and right above it, one of the lamp-shades was just a little bit
crooked.
Of
course I didn’t cross the room, climb onto the table, walk past the dinner
party, and straighten the lamp-shade; but I wanted
to.
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