23 hours and 40 minutes afterwards, I would get in my car (with all my knitting gear, books, and offspring) and pootle off across the border for an extended stay in the ancestral homestead.
Then I’d get on Quora and find out how to access healthcare, etc.
I might stop on the border, to treat you to a display of the finest in vulgar hand signals while dancing the Hokey Cokey. Na na, can’t get me!
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