98. Three Amigos
Sometimes, in the evening when the house is quiet and when my beloved is working evenings, I can get a burst of energy and complete a quick study. Must be all the fructose I'm ingesting. Well; you can't wait too long with strawberries, can you? Especially if they've already been transported halfway around the globe before arriving chez MacSearraigh. Summer fruits indeed. Summer where? Mexico maybe. Or a plastic tunnel in Wexford. These ones even tasted of strawberry, which is good going compared to some of them.
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