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“Did you assemble with others?”

“Yes, but I don’t have it. I caught it at a Christmas party two years ago.”

“That theory has been debunked. COVID 19 didn’t get here until 2020.”

“Says who?”

“The Mayor’s spokesperson.”

“Which mayor?”

“Mayor London Breed’s spokesperson from San Francisco.”

“Well UCSF is well respected.”

“So far. I’ll start praying.”

“It’s about time. You surrender to your gambling habits.

“It’s fun sometimes and I can’t watch tv every free hour of the day anymore. I surmise it’s easier to disassociate with the body of Christ from tv land than if I had to actually walk or drive to church. In other words, the Body of Christ bears witness to me as a being–their impressions/judgments/suppositions by induction, ‘aura’ or other means of perception, i.e., telepathy. By the way, I’m not inferring this stuff works on the stock market to predict price movement.”

“GASOLINE IS CHEAP TODAY”–The elephant in the room.

“Cheer up John.”

“Is there a keg somewhere?”

John Rubens

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