Cowboy TuxedoPerhaps there is some rhyme to this reason. Perhaps I am not an unmoored ship, a cause lost to the salivating jaws of cynical disregard.
I have found a glimmer of hope and I am going to cling to it
Sound the alarm.
There is a sufficient break in the clouds of dismay and the solution is simple.
Take one part cynicism and pour it over ice. Shake it with a vintage blend of comfortable friendship, unabashed unconditional love and reasonably priced vodka. Strain out the nasty bits and serve straight up.
Submitted for your aproval...proof of the light at the end of the tunnel. Accept this ridiculous example of optimism with my sincerest regards.
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