I read this as “only chair we can use in the graveyard” and thought you worked for a mortuary service and there were too cheap to get to a decent maintenance stool.
I’m so secure that my wife’s boyfriend told me he was taking her away to the cabin for the weekend and I decided I’d have the guys over for a poker night. They’re just good friends.
This was phenomenal! Thank you so much for sharing.
The sharp whit and good manners of Mr. Anderson is a great example of what “kill them by living well” means. I wish I could have seen when the old master read that letter.
Was on a Don’t Starve kick, but thinking about doing some Stardew Valley because it’s such a cozy game