This week has been one longJames Joyce sentence. It's missed more than a few "," at least one "." and left me instead with a few "?!".
So tonight after my thrice interrupted dinner of meatloaf and cake, I had a little reading water and reveled that I have nearly gone a full year without taking down my two metallic red Christmas trees.
Pause? Sometimes.
Full Stop? Unlikely.
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