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Is that a cloud of dust through the doorframe behind Joyce, or just badly-scribbled closet stuffs? In other words, did Sal burst through another door? I don’t know, don’t remember.
Back to stand-alones. “I shall return!” is a thing my dad would say before going out the door. General MacArthur quotes were all the rage when he was a youth, I gather. And…I started saying it as a young adult, […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Billie’s senses are honed sharp after years of remarkable ladies trying to steal her unremarkable husband.
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