I left after my bit was done, and just stood in the parking lot beside my car trying to remember what the hell I said. I hope it was cohesive. All I could remember myself saying sounded awful. So I got out my camera and took some pictures of the houses around the country club. My car was under a beautiful canopy of a fern-like tree. I started to cool off and drove home to forget it...just another memory of feeling stupid that I can erase from my data-bank.

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