Whenever I see a wineglass I have to think about that party that the wrong glasses were delivered.
Footless glasses.
It was fun!
It was like the people were footless; they had to think what to do with the glass and it ended up in interesting links with their characters.
Yes, I mentioned names...
We are old enough to know that we are different people from the ones we were in the past...as far as we are still alive. And we're old enough to take responsibility, if needed.
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