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“Hutch?” Starsky spoke without looking up from his book. Across the room, his partner, who had been assiduously practicing carols ahead of Kiko’s school concert, let his fingers fall on the piano keys in a discordant crash.
“Wow — welcome back, buddy. I thought you’d gone forever. You’ve been buried in that book for nearly two hours!”
Starsky put the book down on his lap, his expression apologetic. “I’m sorry. But you were practicing. And why didn’t you tell me that Dickens was this good? So funny and exciting!” Continue reading “December 21st- Brits Are Weird! by Curlew”
