Not prison, but a cottage in the country. My mother's house - but she's away. I'm here for maintenance and care-taking again. Today I repaired an electrical fault that had caused a heater to spit sparks and die. A couple of days ago, I brought half a tonne of crap down from the attic bedroom in preparation for fixing the roof. Ten years or more's
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And I def. prefer my duck eggs poached.
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Yeah you may be right... I could have completely lost it, but won't know until I attempt to communicate with the Norms. Perhaps the best insanity level indicator is other people's eyebrows.
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