The other day I saw a shirt that said Mamacita Needs a Margarita or something like that, and I might get one. I had a medically metaphysical day because of a minor procedure I wasn't even sure I was going to get done at the OB-GYN office. When I saw the pool of blood on the white sheet afterwards, it made me think of all the women who go to the OB-GYN for their own particular reasons and other medical procedures. And then I drove away listening to Madonna's "Secret" and Alannah Myles "Black Velvet" because that's what came on the radio. The word "Rogue" was on the back of the truck in front of me, just as a car with the license plate "GRAHMME" passed me on the left.
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