I'm at an all-day GospelFest for some female preacher who had died. Someone complains that there was almost no press about her. I have some chicken fingers that were really shoestring potatoes. Jeff Montgomery sings a spiritual.
I'm making deliveries for Kent Drugs. I stop to play tennis with the Tonemeister. We play terribly. I'm then looking for Prentis Road.
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