There is much whirring of chainsaws and occasional big thumps from the back yard. Kahvi is about to stress herself into a fit.
Me? I'm just not looking. The curtains on the back french doors are closed. Sometimes, like George Michael once sang, "I gotta have faith".
**How can you care?** 'Because I choose to.' **You make it sound so simple.** 'That's because it is simple. Hard sometimes, but simple.'
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