the F word

Without an f it's nothing. It's uck. As in ucky... with a scrunched up nose when something smells bad under the kitchen sink. You lean in- hoping it's just an old mouldy sponge -or something.  Then....  right before you half squint/half open your eyes you bargain with some invisible source  'please let it be the or... Continue Reading →

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