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Tuesday, August 13, 2013

DEAR GOD,

I OFTEN WORRY ABOUT WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF

THE WRONG WEAPONS GOT INTO THE WRONG HANDS.

THEY ALWAYS SEEM TO.

JON BILLET

Jon Billet: A Plastic Glass Production - All Rights Reserved. DEAR REBBE, MY PRAYERS GO SOMETHING LIKE THIS, "IN A WINTER'S NIGHT I PRAY TO EAT IN WARMTH AND LIGHT." MY DREAMS ARE TO SIMPLY EAT BREAKFAST IN BED AT TIFFANY'S. KEEP PRIVATE!!!! I have been living in the town of Larchmont for the past five odd years. I have been living with 3,000 women, 2,070 men, 1,000 dogs, and I estimate 575 cats of all different ages, sizes, and shapes. I live with about 40 stores and dozens of eateries of all types. At first, I found it hard after living alone in a White Plains studio. Still, sometimes I find myself feeling alienated and lonely. Whoever you may be, stranger, I'd appreciate it if you would shake a hand or wag a tail. Love, a friend named Jon Billet

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