“I gotta take my mind off the road,” sighed Spectre. “I can’t stop looking up it.”
“I was thinking about taking a job working on the road,” sighed Sprite.
“What job are you after?” asked Spectre.
“A street cleaner,” replied Sprite. “I’m told there’s not much training involved. You just pick stuff up as you go along.”
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Little Fears 
I don’t know. Sounds like a waste.
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Oooof!
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Street cleaner. There’s a job that’s pure rubbish. 😛
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HAH! Badumtish.
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Great!
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Thank ya.
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i found an analogy here for life! i don’t know if i am right? it’s something i perceived.. cleansing of life aisles of memories that bothers, Just acknowledge , and let it go …… 😀 and it doesn’t take much effort,only one know’s the art of picking self up and appreciate the lessons….
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That’s a lot more thought than I put into it, but yeah! Heh.
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That’s a sweeping decision!
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You swept me up in your comment.
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We also call this job semi-circular arch engineer (think of the movement you have to do).
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Hah, clever.
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Hmmm…it’s sweeping the nation.
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Arf! 😛
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Love your gravelly voice
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Thanks, Christine. 🙂
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😊 👍
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Chuckle chuckle snort snort 🙂
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A snort’s as good as a groan. 😛
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😜😜
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I went for a cleaning job with the police. I had a brush with the law!
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Hah. Very good!
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A very clean pun! 😀
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Arf. Badumtish. 😛
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