March 2020 Begins
If you don't want to get called out as a hypocrite, Anne, don't be a hypocrite.
It was during those two early morning hours when she was supposed to be asleep.
Overly Realistic Dad Jokes
Again. . . sorry about missing days. If anyone's even reading this. (Anyone who is, please signal as such in the comments section. . . I don't expect to see any such signals for another couple of decades.) The prerequisite moping out of the way, let's get to the funny stuff. "But it's like Potions! No, it's worse than Potions!" "Good, good. . . let your hate fuel you." In cold or damp weather, Anne has bones that still won't let her forget it.
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