Copyeditor Chronicles: Chuckling

I also enjoy my other job, in which I edit text messages people from all over the country send. Sometimes, I uncover gems that have me smiling all day too. :)

This one's already slightly edited.
As for my twilight years, it’s still a toss-up whether I will wake up to the chuckling of chickens or the honking of cars!

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