Camilla again.
I just cheated my way through The Great Gatsby and have now finally gotten home, eaten two eggs and shall soon start on my second cookie.
When I left home his morning I have a blackout. Seriously.
It's like my body is telling me that I need sleep or something.
...seriously.
And the damn person in charge of the economics of the church where our painting group assemble every Tuesday is evil and insits on using big words which go right over my head. I don't dig that.
And Peaches, doll; If you get home without telling me so, of course my first thought is that something like that has happened. Do you not know me?
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