my parents and i are at the lake. sometimes we want to kill each other but mostly we're having fun. i've been reading lotsa willa cather about dreamy, windy prairies while sweating bullets down by the lake. i think it is a mistake to live in the world unhappily always dreaming of other places, but not if you remember to enjoy where you are.
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that was really perceptive and a good reminder. Now let me tell you about a story of a man who had a ferocious tiger chasing him (get it?)
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