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ailbheTo stop Linnea unpacking it, Rob put a box of stuff in the hall, on the front door side of the babyproof gate.
Of course, I can't move the box. So I can't get out of the house - I mean, I could get out if there was a fire, but not to, say, run errands. Like going to the library to return and take out books, and pay for a book we've lost.
I am so, so tired of living with someone a foot taller than I am who can step over things.
Of course, I can't move the box. So I can't get out of the house - I mean, I could get out if there was a fire, but not to, say, run errands. Like going to the library to return and take out books, and pay for a book we've lost.
I am so, so tired of living with someone a foot taller than I am who can step over things.