Bit of an experiment. Old purse put to use.
Wallet's gone missing. Calls made. Waiting.
Everything just peachy with Francesca. There.
Haven't determined whether she likes Granny.
Franky and Granny were sweethearts. Lordy, how...
they held off until all the ducks lined up. Soon.
Hold on there... is not purse... is clutch, no?
"Would take some little 'splainin', no?" 😎 Definitely.
How ironic she's an optician. Nothing like bad memories...
mine own father a put-down artist of brutal transactions.
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