He used to say (he most surely didn't) that if he could have anything in his life, it would be "a family full of awnings" - which by most people's accounts didn't even make sense. But sometimes love isn't about making sense. It's about something more. Something sweeter than logic can provide, it's about something that touches the soul and who am I or you (particularly you) to say what should touch what? If it is awnings that makes you happy who am I to say otherwise? No one disputes another when their happiness spurs from success, or charity, or methamphetamines - so why should they question it when it comes from awnings? I dare say they haven't the right. Haven't the right here, or in Hippo, and especially not in St Augustine the town. I mean how ridiculous would it be for you to question a man on his affections for awnings in the town that was named after a man who had overwhelming albeit understated affections for awnings? Well? How ridiculous would it be? Answer the question.
ANSWER THE QUESTION!!
You heard the man - answer the question.
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