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Instead Of Lubricant

She asked for ointment and our giggles ruined it, so we ended up at the luncheonette. Instead of water, I asked for tonic. She called me lurid and I didn't understand. She said it meant brilliant. We wrote a postcard, beginning with "Dear Lambs," ending with "Your Dam and Sire." One never knows what the day will bring, she said. I'm glad it brought ewe, I answered.


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From Lynn

Refresh­ing. Clever use of lan­guage.

Author of You Want Me to Do WHAT? Jour­nal­ing for Care­givers

From Randall Brown

Thanks, Lynn.

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