
I'll miss the Hopemonger greeting me each evening. Click on the photo below and notice how I ingeniously cut a hole in his left nostril so I could still see through the peephole.

In which our hero seeks to break the world record for the 24-hour inline skating time trial, and along the way expresses certain thoughts of the type that wander through a brain whose owner spends too much time skating alone.
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