I thought, as I had my coffee, that today was going to be a day, where I got to be alone. A day when I could work on the shawl, without constant interruption. A day when I would not be subjected to the random bits of 'word vomit' that drip from my mother's mouth. (Don't get me wrong...I love her. But, at times, I honestly think she must have
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