It was a glorious Valentine's Day morning.
Schroedinger and I were setting off on the scenic journey from our seaside cottage to the city.
PC: Shall we take the high road or the low road?
Schroedinger: It depends on the auguries.
PC: Well, you read the chicken entrails while I pick up the newspaper at the village store.
Schroedinger: If there are chicken entrails, that could in itself be a bad sign.
Moriori in school
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