Yesterday on Warren Street, Richard and I were wandering up and down and stopping into the shops of people we'd become friends with. They gave us cake. Richard said, “Christmas warms the cockles of the heart.”
Then we wondered at the exact same moment why cockles would have any place near the heart. "They would smell fishy," Richard said, reminded of the…
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