I asked old Maud how she lost her husband. She told me her sad story…
"Well, he needed a blood transfusion, but his blood type was not on record, so the doctors asked me if I knew what it was, as they urgently needed to know, in order to save my Norman's life.
Tragically, I've never known his...
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Her, “can i help you?”
him, “sure!”
Her, “what cha want me to do?”
Him, “stop distracting me.”
Her, “I really want to help?”
Him, “This is really heavy an if I drop it a. Lots of bad things will happen!”
HER, “WELL; I STILL WANT TO HELP YOU!”
Him, “will you go to town and get a 30 pack of brews?”
↑ Writes his Jeep Memoirs in Braile as they had yelled at him "are you blind" as he tried to cross the face of the cliff in his !
→ still has the doors and tops sitting against the wall behind his couch in whats left of what was once a great living space.