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Of Red Hair, Rambling and Arrows
Sometimes I envy people with small families.
Of Boards With Wheels, Crashes and the Beginnings of a Plan
“So then I thought maybe he – Vic? Where are you going?”
Of Screwdrivers, Broken Fairies and Conspiracies
Brooms just do not like me one bit.
Of Headaches, Windows, and Girly Squealing
“Right. Hello, window. You look very…clean today.”
Of Lunch, Chess Games and Sweet, Sweet Revenge
I was innocently playing an intense game of chess against Rose (who had clearly inherited her father’s skill at the game and therefore had already beaten me three times.) to pass the time while the boys slept.
Of Sir Larrikin Purple Face, Jealousy and More Brooms
I turned around, wondering what could possibly be so horrible about this room.
Of Child Labour, Traitors and Late Night Swimming
Personally, I was shocked at his audacity.
Of Kisses, The Easter Bunny and the End
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