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“To her way of thinking, such mishaps mere intimately connected to the intelligence of the recipient. Violence happened to people who, unlike her, did not have the common sense to avoid it.”
Louise Doughty, Honey Dew
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Two days later, I was drink free but drug ridden. The double dose of pills had me mellow beyond mantra. Spring was heavy in its promise, and despite a nip in the wind, people were in shirtsleeves. I was wearing a tie-dye T-shirt. Not by design but atrocious laundry. Women over the years had patiently explained the colours you never mix. Dutifully, I wrote the instructions down. Then washed the list.
So, a once splendidly white T had slugged it out against navy and…women forgive me…pink.
As in life, white lost.
Not a complete disaster as the logo had been near erase
