In person with the Ludlow's big brother.
Taking a sick day, when you're perfectly well.
From "knowing" to soul mates. Or lack thereof.
You shouldn't read this. Hell, it shouldn't be written.
From approachable, to straight solvent.
So much room... for fail.
YOU'RE MY BOY BLUE! Until... you're overused.
Plus ply, yarn #, and what's good for what.