So one of the screens on my tablet displays a thumbnail of the last website I visited, the last music played, and a random slideshow from my photo gallery.
That’s how it happened that Richard Armitage had suddenly taken over my screen.
There are worse things.
(Also, I am well aware that I’m long overdue for a post of substance. I’m still here and chugging away; the hot months are just very difficult for me. In many ways. Full cognitive function to return soon, I hope.)
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