My Favorite Spot

It looks out the huge front window. I sit there to read, watch squirrels. Sitting there as I write this, Bertram just bit my ankle. Sorry for poor English; thumbs can only do so much. I sure need to cut the grass. Christy should be home soon with freshly cut hair and her light-my-soul-on-fire smile. Taxes will be paid.
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