So then. Sew, then. So? Sew! Sew-sew. Sew-ho-ho and a bottle of rum. Say it ain't sew.
Sew, yes. I dream about monster stockings. Color combinations to make grown men weep with joy. Fabric that practically stitches itself. I assume at some point that I'll write something decent here again, but for now I must apologize for the ever-shortening entries column.
Tally sew!
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