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East of East Nashville, Hermit in Hermitage
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Simply and purely put.
My son just woke up and came into the living room while I was listening to Tom Waits. I let him borrow one earbud as he sat down next to me.
"He talks weird," he offered. "Too bad we can't see him."
True on both counts.
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