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Doan haftoo if I doan wannoo!

WTH? (Hell – way more polite than its friend F). This is not some Scottish regional dialect. This sentence was my childood chant. One that, aged fifty (fifty-one, stop reminding me), I’d like to bring back into use. I chanted … Continue reading

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