This fellow lives right across the street from us, our nearest neighbor on a country road where house numbers are really only optional. (With only four homes to choose from, the postman has got to have overdone the lunchtime wine to make a mistake.) Keeping up with the Joneses now means I've got to start running faster than my current eight kilometers an hour!
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Apol sings, "I've been to the house with a horse with no mane...". Or rather, short bangs. I love the title and am honoured. Merci, madame;-)
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