Thomas Kinkade La Jolla Cove

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younger then. Now, once is enough.” Granny’s boots creaked as she turned and started to walk quickly back toward the town. Ridcully lumbered after her.
“What’s the hurry?”
“Got important things to do,” said Granny, without turn-ing around. “Been letting everyone down.” “Some people might say this is important.” “No. It’s just personal. Personal’s not the same as impor-tant. People just think it is.”
Terry Pratchettand drunkenness, would I?”
Ridcully looked bewildered.
“What womanizing?”
“We’re talking about what might have been.”
“But I’m a wizard! We hardly ever womanize. There’s laws about it. Well. . . rules. Guidelines, anyway.”
“But you wouldn’t have been a wizard then.”“You’re doing it again!”“What?”“I don’t know what the other future would have been like,” said Ridcully, “but I for one would have liked to give it a try.”Granny paused. Her mind was crackling with relief. Should she tell him about the memories? She opened her mouth to do so, and then thought again. No. He’d get soppy.“I’d have been crabby and bad-tempered,” she said, instead.“That goes without saying.”“Hah! And what about you? I’d have put up with all your womanizing