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  • Writer's pictureChoo Choo

Pusillanimous miscellany

My website is not working in Chrome, so in order to write this post I had to use Safari. The lengths I go to for my readers. (I'm kidding. I know no one reads this. sister reads this. I'm doing this for you, Lynn.)

I have a free afternoon, and while I want to say I'll spend it practicing Schubert and doing laundry, I'll most likely end up making and devouring a few too many grilled cheese sandwiches and obsessively reading Game of Thrones. And wearing my Cardinals cap around, because Game One of the World Series is tonight, and the Birds are gonna cream those bearded Beantown batters like a Boston cream pie. I'm not the most imaginative or even intelligible gal around when it comes to simile.

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