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… I’m facing his side profile, while my nimble fingers have freed Little Mal from his cotton prison. I lean over and bury my head in my husband’s lap, determined to ease the boredom and tension of this traffic jam for both of us.
✍ Posy Churchgate
Marsha Adams
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But I was right eventually! :)
Autistic author. Usually found hiding behind a book.
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