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Listening to Classical and not feeling tearful, but I've not had an earful yet. It's usually later than I think when I don't think that it's late, but when it's midnight in Fresno or Cairo and bed time in Bodmin you can't count on counting me in. Still listening to classical and She's casting quizzical looks, it's like love is a game of chess, castles and Queens, bishops and rooks more quizzical looks and it's checkmate.
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Oct 25, 2021
Oct 25, 2021 at 3:34 PM UTC
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Listening to Classical and not feeling tearful, but I've not had an earful yet. It's usually later than I think when I don't think that it's late, but when it's midnight in Fresno or Cairo and bed time in Bodmin you can't count on counting me in. Still listening to classical and She's casting quizzical looks, it's like love is a game of chess, castles and Queens, bishops and rooks more quizzical looks and it's checkmate.
john-edward-smallshaw
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Oct 25, 2021
Oct 25, 2021 at 3:34 PM UTC
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