I'm still reading A Fine and Private Place, a book about ghosts, a recluse and a talking raven.
The author has twice mentioned the raven's golden eyes. I've only seen ravens with black eyes, and it makes me wonder if the author had even seen a raven. That makes me wonder if he'd ever seen a ghost, either.
I twisted myself into the cabinet under the sink today after work, and I've decided the faucet is installed.
It's supposed to get down to zero tonight. What's that? Oh, nothing.
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