Excerpt of All Shall Be Well; And All Shall Be Well; And All Manner of Things Shall Be Well by Tod Wodicka
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'Well, Lonna Katsav is coming to pick you up.' The police officer offered me a
stick of chewing gum. 'She's not going to press charges, you'll be happy to
know. Though she thought about it.'
I held up my shackles. I sighed. 'Make sure that she sees me in these at least,
It should be said that throughout the whole ordeal my officer did an admirable
job of not once gawping at my nose. The first fellow I encountered at the
station had demanded that I actually remove it, thinking it was part of my
The punishment for drunk driving without a license in a stolen car consisted of
a fine and the recommendation that I serve my parole in thrice-weekly Anger
Management & Self-Betterment Workshops. However, because my late wife knew some
people who knew some people who knew the judge, I was allowed a unique
alternative. Thus, I became the first male member of Tivona's medieval music
therapy workshop. Truth is, nobody was particularly worried that I'd anger. I
rarely did. They simply knew that I would, on principle, risk six months in the
threatened cage rather than submit myself to the group hugs with mountain people
I was certain such Self-Bettermenting entailed. Better, finally, to chant.
Better eighteen months of intuitive healing with Tivona Henry.
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Shall Be Well; And All Manner of Things Shall Be Well by Tod Wodicka
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