Sometimes when it rained, and mon cher papa was out - presumably hard at work with the boss’s blond – mother 2 would carry brother 1 to the large ugly window that opened out into our tiny tidy garden, and thrust a small cup of lukewarm hot chocolate into his clumsy and unsteady hands. A picture perfect moment of middle class banality, you may say, but these are the grey gloss cards that cover my walls, and they are all available to you for 6 bucks a pop.
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