They went on forever and they, when I, we lived in Arizona and the skies always had little fluffy clouds in them and, er they were long and clear and there were lots of stars at night and, er, when it would rain it would all turn, it, they were beautiful, the most beautiful skies, as a matter of fact...
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It was important that this be posted here.
You've done a man's job, sir!
It's too bad she won't live... but then again, who does?
Over the past few years, to the traditional sounds of an English summer, the drone of lawnmowers, the smack of leather on willow, has been added a new noise...