First time I asked previous T for tissues she made a great show of looking (in drawers that were too small to fit a tissue box in mind you...) and then went out of the room to grab a box, second time she went out and came back with a stack of napkins. After that I just brought my own. I adore previous T but she pulled some really bizarre stuff on me.
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
...'
Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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