It’s end of Q. He is as stressed out as a man can ever be.
I wondered. I pondered. I then decided.
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A bowl of Katsudon!
That’ll do the trick. That never fail to put a smile on his face.
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Suddenly, the frowning disappeared. The grumbling stopped. The dark mood lifted.
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He is happy again. For now.
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Hang in there, baby. Be the trooper I know you are. There’s light at the end of the tunnel if you look towards the ‘right’ end. And there is always yummy oxtail soup. Most importantly, there is ME.
22
Jul
08
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