In the morning Rex dropped me off at Jake’s house. Jake already had his motorcycle out in the driveway and was working on it with some tools. I hoped that it was just some last-minute adjustments and not that something was wrong. Read the rest of the story »
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can Anyone tell me how to pick up a copy of SW that I can re-pagnate (set my own pages, font(s), and print size?
(sorry, I don’t have an Ipod)
thanks, GNPE