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Ruminations on an old wicker chair he really didnt want
Bryan Living
francis-bond
I sat in the chair; it was comfortable and it bent, twisted and stretched to form a very restful place to sit and relax. However, I really didn’t want the chair. My son was on his way to the dump in his truck loaded with rubbish; the chair was tied on top of the rubbish.
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