So there was this carnival in New Jersey. I made a wish on this machine. It was called a Zoltar Machine! It had this bobbing head that looked just like a devil and if you got a quarter in the devil’s mouth you could make a wish and I did! So I made a wish to not have diabetes!
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OK, so that’s not how it really happened. But earlier this month, I did make a wish: I wished that I would have a chance to meet some other people in the DOC. While making that wish, I was also terrified that I would actually have to plan something, because, you know, I really stink at planning things. I had resigned to the fact that this would just become another fleeting thought of mine that would go nowhere.