Bit like the time he chased through my bedroom with the freshly shot dead rabbit.There is much, much more in this vein here. This, readers, is what I married into.
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“essentially a literary gossip column” – CK Stead, 18 April 2010
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4 comments:
Count your blessings, at least there's no background banjos.
Just delight in the fact life is no longer predictable.
The Mother-in-law.
You say that like it's a good thing.
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