Dad-
You are not allowed to hang out with Mike anymore. I have spent the better part of the evening listening to Mike singing songs like this:
"I'd like to settle down but they won't let me....
A fugitive must be a rolling stone....
Down every road there's always one more city....
I'm on the run, the highway is my home...."
The cats and I have reached our Merle Haggard threshold! Make the bad man stop. Your Mike privileges are hereby revoked! That is all.
Love, Cindi
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