Stacey came back from the bar, managing to have found a carafe in which she could put coffee.
"Well, at least we've got each other." she said, listening to several of the attendee's
snores, which included half of their table.
Primrose chuckled. "You should hear Papa snore. It sounds something like this room right now. "
Sam frowned. "Primrose! "
Stacey tried to hold back a chuckle--she did remember hearing something once about Sam snoring contently--'if a log could be content....' she poured herself some coffee and started drinking it before she could laugh too hard.
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Giving thanks unto the Father...In whom we have redemption through His blood, even the forgiveness of sins.~Colossians1:12a,14
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I am Samwise son of Hamfast, if by hoe or trowel I can get these weeds out of your garden, I will.You have my shears!;)
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