...is, in this case, the result of the infinite ennui of putting up with bureaucracy, tremendously boring training, and the exquisite horror of a family-filled short-term residential hotel. Mr. Muscato and I are pining for home.
This was, by local standards, a very crowded day at the beach last winter...
Darling, where *are* you? I've completely lost track what with all your jet setting about.
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