Peace out Brownsville! The POD is almost full, the bed is in the living room and the dog is all confused. It's moving time. I have two ripe jobs prospects back in the Bay Area that I'm all too excited to fantasize about and two interviews next week, both jobs I would be exceedingly pleased to have. But I don't want to count my eggs.
It's the last warm night in Brownsville and there are doves singing out the window.
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