Daughter

H Herbert Nehrlich Herbert Nehrlich
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She left because it was the thing to do, she said. We were so many years behind. To make her own mistakes she would be sure to not repeat things of our past. But it was not to be. She made the same, and then some more cardinal errors, yeah. She calls, what a surprise, we talk about the options and she wants to hear total agreement, just this time lest we could be the targets of abuse, bred by the circumstance of modern life, that's what they feel. And, in the end she follows what she deems acceptable and doable, now I am sure she got her brains from her own mother, bird she was. And all her beauty came from what is known in circles of the industry as situational and Mendeleyan logic. The two of us look smashing in the buff.

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