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Opened a lemon aid stand without realizing that lemons, for the most part, don't have insurance and now I'm at the end of my parents' driveway, behind a folding table, while ambulances full of lemons keep pulling up, juice dripping out the back, dropping off desperate lemons and not a one of them can fill out my clipboard of forms and agree to a payment structure.

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Ragged Feathers

Hello, this is Ragged Feathers. We talk about writing, art, dogs, tea, knitting, weather, science, literature, history, and other cool things. Your host is Lili Saintcrow. Come in and have a beverage; be excellent to each other.