The biggest difference between being here in Alaska and that other place I used to stay called civilization is that sometimes, in certain months, the sun comes crawling out of the horizon like some binge-drinking Sasquatch, and it stays in the sky and does not come down.
I do not understand this phenomenon. I was under the impression that the sun went up, then down, then up again every day ... which leads me to believe that maybe there's something fishy going on by way of magical seal spleens in this area.
A young man offered to trade me his car for fourteen mirrors, so I got him the mirrors and got in the car. Then I realized that the car I was climbing into was nothing but a reflection of a car off of the mirrors I just gave him!
He escaped with my mirrors and the cars. And I was very sad.
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