Had this been a novel, I’d have found the story fiendishly clever and the product of a highly imaginative, complex mind, capable of spinning an exciting yarn with frightening implications. But it isn’t a novel. It’s reality. I have yet to wrap my mind around what has already taken place in our country, and what it portends. Read it and weep, or get very, very angry.
My Time Too 
Ok, I’ve put in my amazon cart, but sounds kinda grim.
Yes indeed. You may not see the same script at the bottom of your posting. This says 12:08 in February 10, 2017. We’ll you very clearly posted this around 7 on February 9. Maybe what I just wrote to you makes sense or maybe not. Really not too important anyway. See you pretty soon.
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Can’t wait!! Sounds a little depressing!!