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The big crash

There are moments in life when a resigned shrug of the shoulders is just about all you can come up with.

For example, I cannot help but wonder what I'm getting myself into when I realize my anti-malarial medication dose (21 tablets over 5 months) costs more than my digital camera.

And my car, now that I think of it.


Copyright: Bill Watterson
Song for the moment: Heebie Jeebies - Louis Armstrong

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