Walking to school on a beautiful sunny morning.
Tori: Mum, the sky is made of lip balm. I can smell it.
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Arthur was sick overnight, he and Tori were talking in the car later in the day…
Tori: Are you okay, Arthur?
Arthur: *Shakes his head and sighs mournfully* No.
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I'm a 30-something mum of two Not-So-Small humans, a cat, & a rottweiler. I read a lot, write a bit, eat too much cake and have dubious taste in music.
I'm a Leader in Squirrel & Cub Scouts, and if I'm not at home, I'm probably at the Scout Hut.
My hair is usually some shade of blue...
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