Nov 01, 2006 01:10
Wilde had his bath this afternoon instead of the evening, because I knew there wouldn't be time later. Then we went to my mother's, and she comments on the hair.
Grandma: You smell sweet, just like roses.
Wilde: Yes, black roses.
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