Sometimes.... it's swell to improvise... when it comes to chatting with unfamiliar folks. They don't want to know who you are.... and they somewhat have an opinion of you. So they come to you and shoot the question about you... right away. I have no idear what to say to somebody... about me. I forget.... sometimes. So I improvise and come up with things... for them to stay or be interested in me. I know it sounds crazy... but it's the only thing that helps me communicate and think of something to say to a unfamiliar face.
Sounds like lying, olive?
No, lying is when you have a malicious intent and unforgivable sin that you have committed. No, I don't sin... I don't recall if I sinned at all. Except for improvising... if improvising is a sin... then take me away, copper. Have you ever improvised with a unfamiliar face before? I have, once. But that's it.
Gary never improvised before with an unfamiliar face, he doesn't have to. He's Gary... and he is a very honest koi fish... I love him... he's my best friend in the whole entire world. He listens to me... never talks back or sass like my other children. God bless their souls. I hardly see them... they hardly come by and visit me with their kids.
I miss em... but not as much as I miss Mrs. Clim... God rest her soul.
I finally did it... I put the ham in the trunk, and it fit. It took me a little longer to put it in, but I did... and I'm proud. I'm not so proud of this cold weather... but eventually... I and everybody else in the prairie town get used to it. It's a part of our lives and it is a part of God as well. Heck... he created it.
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KOI FISH ROMANCE IN IOWA //🐟 A NOVEL 🐟// BY: MR. OMAR KING
Random70 and up year old Olive Kankertale is having a friend for dinner over in her old big house in the prairie of Iowa... but then something else comes up.... her friend won't be able to make it over at Olive's house. Who will she have dinner with, now?
