"Evelyn slapped Raymond on the back with a laugh. 'You must be starved, old friend. Come into my apartments, and suffer through a deep breakfast of pure sunlight.'"
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Tuesday, June 19, 2012
As we live our lives in what we tell you...
Images of sorrow, pictures of delight...
Where are you, Aunt Juicebox?
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