Come on dear, come tell your Auntie Alice what you’ve been up to. Oh I know, Auntie Alice is a hunched old maid and her hands are withered like bark, but don’t mind the leaves in her hair. Don’t. Don’t mind them. Don’t mind. Don’t even… pretend they’re not there. It’s fine. Come on, scooch up and tell me: what are you playing this weekend? Failing that, write your response on a leaf and gently blow it to the wind; I’ll find it.
from Rock, Paper, Shotgun http://ift.tt/1wW6YpQ
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