I promised my second youngest sister that I would make a pilgramage back to Juneau, Alaska in a phone confersation with her tonight. . I'm going to have a bitch hangover tomorrow . I don't have no choice now. I have to make a move. I can't allow my sisters catching me in a lie. And I get to see my poor old mother. Let's do it. Let's make a move to Juneau, 'I'll keep the sojourners apprised.
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