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The Hairy Housewife
I'm married and have autism and epilepsy, which I write about a lot. I keep tarantulas because I don't like cats, and I love to read.
I'm supremely accident prone and like to take photographs of my bruises for posterity. My best friends that aren't human or tarantula are socks, cocoa and Doctor Who.
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Category Archives: Family
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