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See what did I tell you about poetic justice! Waiting for the LUM to go in the hang glider.

Remember I told you what he said the night I told him I had the apartment rented and was moving out? He loved my check (I was an insurance agent). He sat down heavily in his recliner, sighed, looked sad (I had been wondering if indeed I wanted to break up the children's home) and said, "Well, I guess I won't get my hang glider!"

Epiphany time! It was, indeed, time to go!

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