April 2012
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Love/Hate Relationship
Perforated Edges.
It’s all set up like a tap-in putt 3 inches from the cup. All I have to do is not fall over and it’s going in. Yet, somehow, the rip is mistimed and all hell breaks loose. Let’s say I write a check with my most adult-like handwriting (I’m not the only one who still writes checks, am I?) and then the perforation gets off track and makes me look likeĀ a...
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