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It Suggested That I Get Out a Bottle of Wine–I Knew Then That It Was Love
Always On Your Side Years ago, when co-workers would spontaneously gather to talk about their children (i.e., avoid, in unison, doing work) and, obligatorily, about their fears for their children, they would, amusingly, speculate about their children’s future romantic lives. … Continue reading
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