Sylvie Says
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Sylvie Says

Sylvie Says

Sylvie Says

When Sylvie talks, it’s best to listen. She reminded me that I should be wearing my sunglasses. Just so you know Sylvie, I was paying attention. And for the record, she was right.

Seeing my glasses, Sir Salty Not-To-Be-Left-Out immediately began rummaging lockers and drawers thinking, I suspect, that hidden somewhere on board were a pair of for him. I didn’t have the heart to tell him I didn’t bring along pair for him. Before he turned the cabin to shambles, I offered him mine.

He jumped at the chance and as I write, he’s luxuriating in the stifling heat outside beneath a glaring sun. But he’s looking good with his new / my old shades

Follow my tracks in real-time:
https://bit.ly/svseaburban

 

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