"What, you want her to adopt you?"-- my sister, while I was trying to explain Mia Farrow had disabled children in her care
Spring is a difficult transition; went so far as to telephone the office, interrupt my father, to say I was going to the hospital, and didn't think I'd be on tonight long enough to nose dive a G, but I'll be back soon, however near an end game I am approaching. Perhaps it was too much over the counter appeasement.
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