The rest of Sunday

A rode a bike on the westside bikepath with his friend, from Chelsea up to the 60's.

Then he came home to start his first day learning the sitar. The sitar teacher left his sitar for A to practice. "I can't believe it. There is a sitar here. I can't believe it."

"Today was a good day," he said.

The lioness has rejoined her cub, and all is well in the jungle. ...

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