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Wherein Garrison Keillor accurately and wistfully describes that thing a core group of us never gets enough of: solitude.
Reviewed by communicatrix Jun 24, 10:42am ( 5 reviews ) • salon.com
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Rated by johnnybender on Jun 24, 10:31pm
borrrrrring
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Rated by advil098 on Jun 24, 10:19pm
Is this guy retarded? People don't come in your house unless you invite them. Stay there. Solitude achieved. Waaah Waah I "vanna" be alone, but I'm too big a pansy to just tell people that. Seriously? Then just don't tell them anything. Turn off your phone. Don't check your email. Don't answer your door. Go someplace without telling anyone. This isn't even in the same galaxy as humor, and offers no useful or interesting viewpoints on life. This is quite possibly the worst stumble I've had all day (among many). Pure and utter garbage.
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Rated by communicatrix on Jun 24, 10:42am
Wherein Garrison Keillor accurately and wistfully describes that thing a core group of us never gets enough of: solitude.
