Her nightmare was always the same. The table was set and decorated, but something about the scene felt wrong… Only the sound of the doorbell caused realisation to strike – Mother was coming to dinner, and the tablecloths hadn’t been ironed!
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Trust your own instinct. Your mistakes might as well be your own, instead of someone else’s. Billy Wilder