Dawn’s Bad Haircut
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One moment, the foobs were in a teal-and-lavender monstrosity of a wedding, and the next they were propelled back into the past. But it was a different version of the past. What happened?
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6 comments:
I'm sure I have no idea how they managed to live to see adulthood in THAT house; given how stupid Elly is, they risk death every day.
Michael's experience was a lot less life-threatening than my own in the car in the 1960s. However, Michael has failed to realize the obvious answer to his question: It was fate.
Lizzie should be playing with a long telephone cord while drinking from a can of beer.
Michael's experience was a lot less life-threatening than my own in the car in the 1960s. However, Michael has failed to realize the obvious answer to his question: It was fate.
I was thrown from a VW van when I was Michael's age. Teacher was taking us on a field trip, and for some reason half of the seats had been removed, so some of us were just sitting on the floor. I got up while the van was in motion and got thrown against the unlocked door. I remember flying out of the van and landing on the sidewalk.... then everything went black and next thing I knew I was in the hospital with a hairline skull fracture. This was in the early 1970s. Ah, the good old days of lax transportation safety.
Lizzie should be playing with a long telephone cord while drinking from a can of beer.
D'oh! Silly me, dlauthor, you are absolutely right. Please imagine that as soon as Michael finishes delivering that dialogue, Liz proceeds to grab John's unfinished beer and wrap that phone cord around her neck. ;)
I'm sure I have no idea how they managed to live to see adulthood in THAT house; given how stupid Elly is, they risk death every day.
Most would say it was dumb luck. The Patterclods would claim it was fate.
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