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Originally Posted by freebeard
That was one aspect of a much larger story that would rival a Nabakov or A. N. Wilson novel.
The woman who's furniture I was moving, had had her boyfriend's mother open her forehead with a frying pan.
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In a screenplay, the frying pan would follow two black eyes, as she'd already have been 'told' twice!
I've lived a charmed life.