archives for Sunday 20 March 2005
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Sunday 20 March 2005 | I like a cookie
Today I had lunch with the Edimatrix and for long moments we just looked at each other with dismay. She is exactly my age and her divorce went through on New Year’s Eve. “I know the judge,” she shrugged; “I just didn’t want it hanging over me another year.” She ran into the courthouse with [...]
