Ticket Three Ready for Purchase

Boy those rocky old roller coasters beat your bones, whip your neck and make you aching for a hot tub. This past residency certainly was like a ride on the old Cyclone; uphills, downhills, bump bump bumps, and thrashings. I was just waiting for the car to derail and send me flying off of that sharp corner into the parking lot below. However, I took the ride and managed to stay on...the car is now coasting into the starting gate and I am ready to purchase ticket number three.

Hope this next ride is a bit more like Superman

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