ISOLATION IS A CAT LICKING THE BLOOD FROM THE WOUND OF A DEAD FAREWELL

I met a lady today who publishes books.  Her voice caused me to feel nostalgic for my grandmother's cooking.  Surprisingly, I really dug her personality.

In other news, whenever an older woman calls me "sweetie" I immediately imagine a tiny angel playing my heart like a harp.

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