Half past eight this morning.
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Breathe-in experience, breathe-out poetry |
Have also nicknamed my new (still unboxed) robot vacuum cleaner Muriel.
still young enough to feel emotional about the future whenever I hear a saxophone playing after my third martini
Half past eight this morning.
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Breathe-in experience, breathe-out poetry |
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