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mom was on "password" once i saw a rerun of the program the other day on the game show channel peter lawford kept feeding her bad clues he looked at her condescendingly but i suspect she was too entranced by his bushy eyebrows and **** smile to even notice i didn't really like his smirk when she kept guessing wrong and then when his clue was "passion" she giggled he winced i laughed out loud sitting there in my disheveled living room rain pounding on the awning the dog asleep on my lap magazines piled high at my feet my mother's laughter lighting the room like a lovely luminous ghost
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Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 12:58 PM UTC
"password"
mom was on "password" once i saw a rerun of the program the other day on the game show channel peter lawford kept feeding her bad clues he looked at her condescendingly but i suspect she was too entranced by his bushy eyebrows and **** smile to even notice i didn't really like his smirk when she kept guessing wrong and then when his clue was "passion" she giggled he winced i laughed out loud sitting there in my disheveled living room rain pounding on the awning the dog asleep on my lap magazines piled high at my feet my mother's laughter lighting the room like a lovely luminous ghost
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Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 12:58 PM UTC
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