A closet AFFAIR
Nov 08, 2020
2 minutes
My birthday cake had a lean on it, I noticed. The youngest daughter, who’d baked it, blamed the floorboards at her new flat, which is in an old house in an old part of the city. “It’s historically listed,” she told me. And also listing, apparently.
But the cake, my favourite, a carrot, looked
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