My monkey wife
I’ve just been to the library and taken out “His Monkey Wife”, a novel by John Collier, which I am looking forward to reading during my forthcoming sojourn in central Newfoundland.
The rain is that itty-spitty, wheedly-needly kind of rain which I increasingly abhor.
The sky is a torn old polythene bag.
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Your post’s title takes guts, pal.
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