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this very troubled old maid so beaten down by life wanted nothing so but not to fade without being someone's wife but until that time came about, she had no choice but to carry on and when she needed bad some groceries to me she depended on, and hence you have this yarn... just give me Spinster's list and money to pay for it all I run down to the supermarket, I mean, this is what she needed, this is why the call... I'm no big fan of big food shopping, it's really too much a bore, I'd far rather go bar hopping, than spend hours in the store but she needed me to help I could never turn her down she really was a nice lady, I couldn't bear to see her frown so off I go in search, of the food she so much needed, and back again an hour or two later it could of been much longer, but I had really speeded someday, I sort'a wonder... will someone shop for me? If so, one thing will be different... I'll, for him, how it felt to be.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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