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Sawing Logs

The sunroom in the afternoon I’m on the couch; Missy, the floor. We both are right competitive when working on the loudest snore. Poor Frances has her headphones on; it’s that or likely lose her mind. Or so she says, but when I woke, I heard her sawing logs in kind.

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Date: 5/15/2022 7:56:00 PM
Two's company; three's a crowd! ~ Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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Date: 5/14/2022 1:03:00 PM
One snoring is bad enough, but you and Missy, that’s tough love. Enjoyed the humour in the read… Belle
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Date: 5/14/2022 11:49:00 AM
What you mean Jeff, a lady never snores, or so they say, this is a good fun write and more so because it’s true, cheers David
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Date: 5/14/2022 11:28:00 AM
Hello Jeff, oh wo! That is such a strange dream. Enjoy your day my friend.
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