For My Next Selection, a Little Ditty Called ‘Stuffing Newspapers into My Sopping Shoes’

 There’s a door up to our rooftop which doesn’t latch properly. Last night the wind was gusty, and so the door banged and thwapped all night, even though Byron had tried to wedge it closed. This morning, he went out a couple more times to try to stop the whacking. Coming back inside, he announced, “Well, I jammed it once, […]

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