I confess, that I'm back in the spare bedroom. The use of the R-word used in the same room as someone with a developmental disorder, just doesn't go over too well, with me. I was called the R-word enough in school. I don't need to be reminded of those days. I take things to heart, but I'd rather be a sensitive brown-eyed Cockney, than an as*hole.
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Who wants to adopt a Sweet Pea?