True photographs are one thing, Ansel, but what about vague comic strips when no one knows what is going on? I don't even remember what this story is about anymore.
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Ian Cameron, PhD
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Karen! I know what you’re doing. This has got to stop.
How Helen could possibly be smitten with such a doofus-looking guy like young Ian is beyond me. No amount of personality could make up for that stupid visage.
“With much affection.” Really? That says to me that this was unrequited love. I hope when Helen stood up for Ian’s embrace that she tucked into her cuff, her letter opener.
We will never see nor hear of Helen nor Cal, ever again. Tomorrow Mary will look out the window and see Ian and Toby strolling along happily. Mary will then think smug thoughts.
Or, for those who are still interested in 30 years, there will be a strip in which middle-aged Cal will appear, and the widowed Toby will pause, then embrace him affectionately. Mary will still be smug.
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Karen! I know what you’re doing. This has got to stop.
Ian used to be Helen’s babysitter when she was a wee lass and he was a poor student living in a garret. That would explain everything.
How Helen could possibly be smitten with such a doofus-looking guy like young Ian is beyond me. No amount of personality could make up for that stupid visage.
-- Scottie McW.
“With much affection.” Really? That says to me that this was unrequited love. I hope when Helen stood up for Ian’s embrace that she tucked into her cuff, her letter opener.
We will never see nor hear of Helen nor Cal, ever again. Tomorrow Mary will look out the window and see Ian and Toby strolling along happily. Mary will then think smug thoughts.
Or, for those who are still interested in 30 years, there will be a strip in which middle-aged Cal will appear, and the widowed Toby will pause, then embrace him affectionately. Mary will still be smug.
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