Doing the best I can with what I have
Troublemaker! she cried.
Now, look what you’ve done.
Who? Me?
Made me think I could dance.
Oooh, you can so dance, like a female Baryshnikov!
Told me I was hot.
Smoking, babe!
Insinuated I could carry on witty conversations with the opposite sex.
I could listen to your stories all night long, gorgeous girl.
Well, cease your troublemaking ways. I’m through with you and all you’ve wrought.
C’mon, sugar, have just one more sip.
Well, if you insist. I’m not driving, after all.
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Fine Art Photography
It's a long way to the store
Notes on a napkin
Just another Allberry site and opinions
Every day
To travel is to take a journey into yourself...
and peculiar ponderings...
Navigating the second half of my life
Critical. Crazy. Catastrophic.
A Dialogue between Poets
... meaningless (but insightful!) observations from a half-deaf introvert navigating cancer and the noise all you other people make
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Scribbles on Cocktail Napkins
It started when I gave up smoking and went from there!
Writer. I drink the coffee then I make the stuff up.
Book Reviews| Tiny tales
Some old friends really should not be listened to, particularly if they come in bottles.
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