When we returned from Newport, after visiting my parents and playing on the beach, we were later than normal returning home. The dogs were so pathetic, wallowing on our old couch, that they didn't immediately run up to greet us. Can we take a hint?
Are you back? Reallly back? Are we dreaming? It's really you! DO YOU REALIZE IT'S TWO HOURS PAST OUR DINNER TIME?
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Out of touch with the younger generation, I refuse to become a middle-aged matron. I live in a universe of my own creation, and that’s ok. I get to be cool here.
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