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Red Metal Chair – Finds Storied Romance and Forgets Coffee Spills

Red Retro Metal Lawn Chair by LB International

What’s in a chair? A good chairs treats us well. For hours, we sit in them reading old magazine’s gossip and news, and they endure our coffee spills. Sexy? All romance.


Great Lakes Select Honey, 32-Ounce – Sweetens Toasted Bagels and Rainy Days

Great Lakes Select Honey, 32-Ounce

A date was planned on a beautiful morning. Instead, it rained. Nancy offered a meal, and warmth. Just a bagel and honey, but it was enough. A delicious, quiet romance for those with hearts of whimsy.


Brockeim Argues Humor, Romance and Monkeys

Brockeim and his agent argue about his work ethic. She finds out who really is doing his writing (invisible monkeys).

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