So Meesto and I were watching North and South again, and he paused it at the scene where Fanny Thornton is sitting at the table with needle and thread. "You do that," he said.
Oh, no. "Do what?" Why am I asking? I already know.
"Sing like that."
Fanny Thornton hums wordlessly and annoyingly to herself in a high-pitched soprano as she works. "No
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