Locally, I see a TV commercial where a man screams “I can’t take it anymore.”  It’s ten-forty AM and my brain is tired. I recognize it is time to “walk away.” Too hot to work outdoors because it is already ninety-four degrees outdoors. I’ve made no progress in my search for the “France family” who came to my attention yesterday.

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Ninety-six at eleven-twenty.
Ninety-eight at twelve-thirty.
One-hundred-one at one-forty.
One-hundred-three at three.
One-hundred-seven at four-forty.