...later still this morning, why, it is the first of April, a day of foolery.
The cat doesn't care, she checks the knees, puts out the claws and heaves herself up onto those warm human knees. Just the same procedures every day. The coffee is okay.
And there is no bread there that is anyway near fresh, just petrified ancient baker shop dried out reheat stuff.
Something to chew on, it is good that the teeth have been fixed or the pain would be unbearable.
And then head out to the car, this is the last time before the last Easter break from work
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