assault by spitting | assault by spitting
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Mar.01.2013
I'm in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner. Happy. The house is empty but for me. I dig myself into the place, wipe down the table cloth and stack the dishwasher with white bowls stained with pesto and parmesan cheese. There is nothing to bother me. I've texted my son in Dublin. He was home from...
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