
This is about our kiss-ass Senator Norm Coleman, who has perfect hair and no spine. And though I have only bowled once in my life, I love bowling pins.
Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.
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How you bean?
This is so fun. I'm showing this to Cathie.
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