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Mary slipped the key…
Isolde and Ambrose really need to learn to use an iron. Look how rumpled their clothes are! I’m not much better, I suppose. I tried the spray-on wrinkle remover and it was too stinky to work.
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Ambrose scrutinized the wall…
Interesting number of tires there, Mary. P.S. I love this illo of Ambrose: the pose, the coat’s color, his little paws.
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You better come here…
Uh oh. The look on Isolde’s face says a lot. So cute. So disgusted.