Longer Rests …

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'Mario, the janitor, did not come to cut me free, did he?' the llama asks.

I am sitting on the hallway floor leaning against the wall next to the still open elevator doors. I am tossing tangerines - remnants of the Christmas holidays - down the elevator shaft.

'No', I say. 'And Luigi, the concierge, did not fix the elevator, either.'

'Whatever', the llama says. 'Back to that Saturday you forgot to post a new blockblog post.'

Shaking my head I am making a face.

'What did you do last Saturday?'

'I was watching a movie.'

'Without me?'

'Answer that for yourself', I mumble. 'Come out of that elevator shaft I would not be forced to watch another movie without you.'

'Which movie was it?' the llama asks.

'A Star Is Born', I say.

'That happens from time to time', the llama says. 'But which movie did you watch?'

I am rolling my eyes.

'Jackson met Ally. Ally wrote a song. Jackson stole that song and sang it with Ally on stage. Ally became a star. They got married. Jackson died. End of movie.'

'Dude!' The llama gets very angry now. 'Did you just spoil that movie with Lady Gigi for me?'

I am shrugging my shoulders standing up from the floor with a deep gruntlike sigh.

'Come out of that shaft and I would not have to spoiler movies for you. And it is not Lady Gigi. It is Lady Gugu!'

'Gaga, you are gaga, dude!'

The fortune cookie says,

Do not let others divert you from your path.

and

Today is Saturday, the 25th of January 2020.

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