She was leaning back in the chair indolently when he approached, her eyes watching the unfolding drama before her with amused interest. “Aren’t you going to try to stop them?” He asked hesitantly. “Why would I want to do that?” A ringing slap was heard and he winced. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the fact that …
“You, sir! Why, what are you?” – Sir Toby
“One, sir, that for his love dares yet do more than you have heard him brag to you he will.” – Antonio
– William Shakespeare, Twelfth-Night; Or What You Will
So I may not be Superwoman, but the sentient house of doom (s.h.o.d. for short) definitely has my form of Kryptonite. It’s green, it’s alive, and it’s a definite weakness of mine. When cut it inevitably results in a streaming nose, watering itchy eyes, and what feels like imminent death by allergies for me. I …
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