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This blog used to be called "Why I Can't Stop Smoking." Well, I did stop smoking. Now I need to stop drinking. The only thing is, every day there seems to be a reason why I can't just yet. It worked before, so—here goes! Today's reason
mr. and mrs. jones
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- Claudia
- The sister of the President of the Garden Club, a former journalist (People, Life) and now vacation rental property manager on an island once known as Claudia's Island, Claudia has honed her bedmaking skills and seldom travels without a truckload of substandard chairs.
2 comments:
This is so. Li feel betrayed by Lady, who is too busy for Li.
Remember, Lady. Dick Whittington can run from Cheapside as Goddess runs from Mulberry Street. But always will be dumplings in Lady's futures.
I am so, like, into symbolism lately. So I think I get it...that round thing in the snow is a trap, right? And the little paper hearts on the inside sill are the animal it's been set for. Am I right so far?
So, is this like the Buckingham-Nicks song "Frozen Love"?
It goes "Look down below you: search out above.
And cry out to life for a frozen love."
Well. That's cold. But my interpretation is hot.
Find Mr. Li and marry him. Before Danger-man shoots him, or whatever.
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