epiphanette

My grandfather was a POW. He refused to talk about what happened, aside from saying that he would never ever eat a turnip again as long as he lived.

Natty Bo(h) should pay for the monocle, obviously.

I beg your pardon, y'all, I misspelled the beer.

Right? If you're a young girl in 1920 and your dad's landlord raped you.... you were just expected to go on with your life. There was no recourse and so things weren't reported. That's not better. That's actually much much worse.

I want them to have a grand romance. The twitter feeds would be awesome

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