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By splatipus Date: 2002 Jun 22 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.22.18.36.3480]] |
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He drove her mad. If he wasn't shouting at the cricket on T.V., he was in the garden, tut-ting at the speed that people drove past the cottage. God knows how they had lasted 55 years. He slowly knelt to do some weeding. His arthritis was playing up again. It was because she loved him. |