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selkie was safely collected from South Station tonight despite the best efforts of some impaired twerp to bounce me off the curb on Route 16. En route, she sent me a shot of the Chesapeake Bay and I sent an autumn sunset in New England. My mother had prepared meat for us when we got in.
ashlyme, it looks like that middle-aged romance you remembered for David Warner may have been in S.O.S. Titanic (1979), all two and a half hours of which spatch and I are now enjoying not even ironically. [edit] Afterward, inevitably, I read Lawrence Beesley's The Loss of the S.S. Titanic (1912).
selkie was safely collected from South Station tonight despite the best efforts of some impaired twerp to bounce me off the curb on Route 16. En route, she sent me a shot of the Chesapeake Bay and I sent an autumn sunset in New England. My mother had prepared meat for us when we got in.
ashlyme, it looks like that middle-aged romance you remembered for David Warner may have been in S.O.S. Titanic (1979), all two and a half hours of which spatch and I are now enjoying not even ironically. [edit] Afterward, inevitably, I read Lawrence Beesley's The Loss of the S.S. Titanic (1912).
