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I've got my gloves, my arms covered, my home-made mask and my wipes. I social distance. I get in and get out!
Be safe everyone.
I'm completely sure they'd both be proud knowing you and Tracy are living there sir. Good luck with the renovations.
Might there be anyway we could read a story or two as a free read here on the site? Why I ask, so many of your stories don't seem to be available anymore to purchase or to read on the site they were posted to. Old stories. Lots of links to nowhere. I was excited to read, "such and such is online for your reading pleasure" and I clicked, only to feel rick rolled. bwhahaha! No story!
"Harming Obsession" had a link.
"Ten Little Phobias" had a link to Afterburn along with another story, but both of those links are no longer active.
I'm intrigued by all of them, but besides the two (3) above the one that didn't have a link but I would love to read is "The Dungarvon Whooper."
Just audaciously begging here. You never know if you don't ask, right? Can't blame a girl for trying.
You are the most at-risk person I know. I worry about you and your co-workers and family every day. Sending you safety vibes.
(NZ, we do not realise how very lucky we are.)
That sounds really good. Throw in some refried beans and some fajita chicken...now I want Mexican food....
Now I'm a little mad too.
We all can see people being very weird and unstable, insecure. Passive aggressive, angry, bitter. It's interesting and sad. Strange times.
And on a lighter side... when I first read your message, I read it as your 18-year-old CAT had blown up at you... the picture I had was alarming... I've just come away from Stephen reading to us and in my mind, your elderly cat had either like... physically blown up (OMG!!!) or had blown huge smelly chunks all over you.
I'm not sure which is worse actually, the reality or the mind-mess I first went to.