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Damn right, Cara. I'm not leaving Geneva, I'm returning to Champaign. Cowboy Monkey, here we come! Run past my house and wave like you used to do until I get back.


Life would be easier if it were as predictable as the farmer's market, that's for sure!

John Finnegan Sr.

One thing certain about the future: things will change. But cherish the memories of the past. They will carry you through even the toughest times. Dad.


Sara: I will wave. But will anybody wave back? SIGH.

Grim: Yes, the market is predictable. Like, if you don't get there before 9 am all the Blue Moon greens will be gone!

Dad: Awwww!


Cara's Dad: Awwww! (I agree).

But what I WAS going to comment is this: Cowboy Monkey, eee haw! Or whatever a monkey in a cowboy hat would yell.

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