I found in my downstairs bookshelf two old paperback mysteries that I read decades ago and kept so I could read them again in my dotage.
So, today, I have started reading (again) The fog of doubt and I love it and I can’t remember how it ends….
Now, isn’t that a blessing?
I love this little story. A blessing indeed. Enjoy your mystery!
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thanks, thanks, thanks!
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