Martha My Dear,

Hello little girl. I don’t want to spoil the party, but I want to tell you something. You like me too much. You can’t do that because everybody’s trying to be my baby. Slow down. Dig it? Let it be.

Ever get to your lunch hour and realize you forgot to bring your lunch AND your wallet? We’ve all been there. And by “there” I mean your desk, where someone stole your lunch and I stole your wallet. (Your driver’s license looks pretty good, considering your face!) So, what do you survive on? You might

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