I am going
to the store. I go
to the store nearly every
Saturday. I went
to the store last
Saturday even though I had gone
to the store on Friday;
Sunday was
the day I would run out
of butter,
so I went
again Saturday. I would have gone
on Sunday, but I had had
a headache the
previous three Sundays and was
afraid that that would be
my new Sunday thing.
I will go
again tomorrow,
however, just to see. I will have gone
to the store before
Church starts at eleven. This is
my story. I have been working
on it for ten minutes.
It is told.
I have spoken.
