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After much deliberation and soul searching, I have decided to entertain the possibility of holding another fundraising event for the orphanage. Potter, Maxwell and my mother have successfully twisted my arm and guilt-tripped me into this, for the record. To say that I'm hesitant to commit to an annual period of hell is . . . something of an understatement.
Between staying up until an ungodly hour last night hashing out preliminary details with Maxwell at Widdleton, surviving today on a criminally small amount of sleep, and being kneed in the bollocks by my darling fledgling, Potter had best have another platter of fried pork stowed away for my dessert.
Between staying up until an ungodly hour last night hashing out preliminary details with Maxwell at Widdleton, surviving today on a criminally small amount of sleep, and being kneed in the bollocks by my darling fledgling, Potter had best have another platter of fried pork stowed away for my dessert.