The Final Peanut: Disjointed Notes from a Florida Vacation The Final Peanut: Disjointed Notes from a Florida Vacation I drummed up a little contest for the two adults in the car. I grabbed a tin of Mr. Planters cocktail peanuts from the passenger seat. Placed a single nut in my mouth.
Some Days it Really is Like This Some Days it Really is Like This Small things can still wonder. Gods don’t have that luxury. I don’t think it’d be all that fun to be a God.
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