Dawn is back at Mary’s, opening her heart to her. I like to think, in spite of the endless Botox treatments, Mary knows that her time on earth is limited, and she’s decided not to waste it on idiots and their problems (i.e., Dawn and her romances).
Why does it seem that I’m also doing the artwork for MW? It’s not like Moy is writing the next War and Peace, or letting Mary and Dawn spout a couple of Shakespearean sonnets.
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