Raindrops Keep Fallin' on my Head
Not the real ones; the weather finally started acting its age again. The figurative ones. Kitchen drama has been dragging me under and now Nora is leaving. Not in September, but the day after tomorrow. We're screwed.Should I invite her to the blog? She actually LIVES at Topside. And maybe that'll be a prompt to get Wirgin back on here.
Waddya say?
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