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~Quodlibet IX: A Tender Wrapping~The tiny woman wraps them in her housecoats, forces
bunny slippers on their feet, dries their shaggy heads with towels. “You are
old men now, in your fifties, for god sake. You have no business riding those
damned machines.” They sit on her couch shivering, grinning sheepishly at each
other. Her two oldest sons, having ridden their Harleys five hundred miles in
the rain to celebrate her birthday with her. ~WordWulf~
~Quodlibet IX: A Tender Wrapping~The tiny woman wraps them in her housecoats, forces
bunny slippers on their feet, dries their shaggy heads with towels. “You are
old men now, in your fifties, for god sake. You have no business riding those
damned machines.” They sit on her couch shivering, grinning sheepishly at each
other. Her two oldest sons, having ridden their Harleys five hundred miles in
the rain to celebrate her birthday with her. ~WordWulf~
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