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3 years ago
on sunday two of my housemates joined me on my balcony to look for jobs in the paper. really faye and i looked for jobs and jeff drank a beer and listened, answering the occasional “jeff, could i do this?”. faye is the kind of hippie who doesn’t even know it. and jeff is crazy about faye. and the two of them are crazy about their family of cats. faye asked what i want to do.
“i want to have an alpaca farm”
“yes, a farm, and 100 acres and goats and little horses, and an art studio”
and we brainstormed and decided that we would have a cute little commune, of sorts.
