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Bupkas!

Hmmm

I got nothing.  Bupkas!

Nada.  Zilch.  Zero.

There's a maelstrom of stuff stirring within me, but I can't seem to make much sense out of it.

As the tenor section in our choir sometimes likes to say, "we'll be better later".

So.

Okay.

Later.