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Applesauce!
Apple tarts! Apple pie! Apple fritters! Apple turnovers! Apple butter!
Also pfui.
And hugs. They all look like some strange folk-art toys, those Dark Cornish!
Oh: I'm awake because my husband has been "sorting his paperwork" for several hours, and woke me up at 2:30 and between the noise and the . I just took some Ibuprofen; when it's safe for my stomach to go back to bed in about twenty minutes, I hope the roosters will have stopped crowing. And I sincerely hope that when I get up the corner of the sheep's tarp which I forgot to mend will not have ripped straight across in the gale, because it'll be a beast to fix it alone.
Applesauce!

Apple tarts! Apple pie! Apple fritters! Apple turnovers! Apple butter!

Also pfui.
And hugs. They all look like some strange folk-art toys, those Dark Cornish!
Oh: I'm awake because my husband has been "sorting his paperwork" for several hours, and woke me up at 2:30 and between the noise and the . I just took some Ibuprofen; when it's safe for my stomach to go back to bed in about twenty minutes, I hope the roosters will have stopped crowing. And I sincerely hope that when I get up the corner of the sheep's tarp which I forgot to mend will not have ripped straight across in the gale, because it'll be a beast to fix it alone.
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