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“N41”. . . “B6”. . . “B10”. . .

Playing bingo on my phone,
I realize, is at the top of my

list.  I crush on this for a
good while.  These days,

I pay much less attention
to my environment (as a

whole) – I find it much
more comforting to

focus on something
small, something most

anyone else might find
insignificant.  In the

middle of each game
I receive a phone call

from a toll-free number,
which of course I ignore,

am even bothered by, as
it interrupts the flow of

the game.  All is, app-
arently, not well. Posted by Del Ray Cross at 2:41 PM