*love* Larry's health sounds terrifying, and his negligence infuriating. Hey, aren't we humans supposed to recognize our mortality after the age of forty or fifty, if not earlier? (I can't remember imagining invulnerability....)
Heh. Larry's family seems to feel they're exempt from the rules we mortals usually try to follow. In his elder brother's case it's willful ignorance mixed with pig-headed refusal to accept any limit on his food intake or sloth. In Larry & Tilly's case it's mutually-supported denial layered over the aforementioned pig-headedness. Truly, I don't know why I haven't slapped them into next week.... well, other than they're all bigger than me
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Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. Well, that would certainly explain depression, fury, anomie, pudding-hurling (either sense of "to hurl"), or any combiantion of those. :/
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How is your health, beloved niceling?
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Hugs to you. (And Larry when he gets better and gets his head out of his Arse!)
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