Sunday, March 2, 2008HUMAN REMAINSThey came in a plain, small, cardboard box. RG was home when the doorbell rang. The postman handed over the parcel and had him sign for it. Then he called me at the office to tell me it had arrived. I'd been waiting, afraid that it might get lost in the mail. When I got home that nigh, there it was,... Sign in to see full entry.posted by Cynthia at 9:49 AM Comments (14) (link) |
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