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... ng to write itself.
Which, unfortunately, meant someone eventually had to do it. That someone was me.
It also showed no signs of solving itself the way some things did around here. The third stair step still hadn’t remembered it was supposed to creak again. I kept expecting it to resume the job out of habit. And the marjoram in the herb box continued refusing every reasonable attempt at coexistence with the other plants.
Some problems fixed themselves if you gave them tim ...
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