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unknownfateIt's Talk Like a Pirate Day. Sadly, the only pirate I can talk like is Sandpaper Sal. Most of my cold is gone, except for the occasional lung-tearing cough, but I still sound like an old lady frog that's been chain-smoking since the 50s.
The same children who I couldn't get to sit down to hear a story back when I had a voice now follow me around with books begging to be read to. Such is life.
The same children who I couldn't get to sit down to hear a story back when I had a voice now follow me around with books begging to be read to. Such is life.
