Cephalopod Coffeehouse Review (nearly)


Finished reading the book I'd like to share rather early this morning and have not written a review today for which I do apologise. Will be joining the party tomorrow/later today (depending on when this apology is read.)
Meanwhile please do enjoy Dog's well groomed smile :-)

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