None of these things is just like the others.
A ball of twine, an empty souvenir cup, and a fake flower are leaving my life today. I believe the cup and the flower have been taking up space at Doright Manor for four years, having come into my possession on an anniversary trip to the beach.
As for the ball of twine, I haven’t a clue. Had I planned on tying Studly Doright up for sexy shenanigans? Was I going to truss a turkey? It’s a mystery that I doubt will ever be solved.
Some things are better left to the imagination.
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 
Maybe that ball of twine was a courtesy purchase thing from one of those crafty, antique’ish, or a build it and they will come, tastefully done and stocked by a now-retired gentlelady type of establishment, that you often document, most pleasantly, for all your loyal followers here. You chat the owner up, ya’ll share some this and that, and you snapshot or two. Well, with all that camaraderie you feel a wee bit obligated, so spread a little cash, a token of appreciation for time well spend, and then you go home and tie up Studly.
regards,
Fused Sentence
Grammar Check, Ga.
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It’s a thought!
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Defo my Sunday chuckle xxxxx
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😜
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Study might prefer you to keep the twine
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I doubt that!
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🙂
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