
They met for Sunday tea leaving no one's reputation intact. It made the loss bearable, for as they talked, the children still played.
Random Word: Tea
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Random word: Moody
Looking down, Marie could see where Jeff sat with his friends going wild about Jackson Five when she knew only The Who mattered. Now who cared. Remembering him at least in her thoughts made the moment bearable as the bus bumped along the track. Or that's what she told herself.
Random Word: Snow Covered Hills
‘Ooh, I wish you’d let me out on those snow covered hills.’
‘I beg your pardon.’
‘Just looking, makes me want to helicopter with all skis kicked turned for whatever undulation comes my way.’
‘You do mean skiing, don’t you?’
‘Hmm…’
Oh please, even I know your snow cannon misfires.