I walked along a beach, a northen breeze washed ashore a note in a bottle. It said:
"If you are Zigman Zibanski, come home. I love you.
If not, please find him for me.
I tossed the bottle back into the sea. Shredded the note in my hands. No one, I thought, leaves my blog so easy and free.
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