We live at the Castle, a most funky place created in the late '70s out of reclaimed redwood timbers and who-knows-what-else. Hump dabbles in bicycles www.highticycles.com and ski racing, and Myrna is very, very patient.
Still tired from the move, Dante has spent the afternoon snoring and drooling in mom's armpit. If that's not love, I'm not sure how you should define it.
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