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The House and I
It's not about the house.
Me, Whee!
- EGE
- I ramble. And I see time in three dimensions. You probably don't want to get in a philosophical discussion with me when I'm drunk.
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The House and I
Life in a falling-down bungalow told with
wit and high humor
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