Arthur has just come downstairs. Grunbling and peeved that he's awake. He wasn't asked to get up and I WOULD LOVE TO HAVE BEEN IN BED UNTIL THIS HOUR. Harumph, he should go back to the bed, grumpy scut. I would. Actually, now that I think of it, he very much reminds me of, well, me!?
Our modern lives are held together by a fragile network of humming boxes.
The refrigerator, the oven, the washing machine—they are the silent
sentinels t...
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