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Don't you love how easy it is to say "twenty-twelve"? As compared to, say, "two-thousand eleven"? This has been bothering me since 1999!
"There is no way I am going to let this opportunity pass" he whispered
After that no one spoke for several minutes. The only sound was the crickets and treefrogs singing their eternal songs to the summer night. There was no need for more.
This friend wanted an entrance to his billiard room to look like an old ranch entrance gate. Getting poles to really work wood have been difficult. So I sculpted it out of drywall mud for them. Then we painted it to look as old wood posts.