Bungalow, I haven't heard that word in years. It's like one of those strange words that an author would dig up out of a dictionary because they're just weird like that, and they like their readers to have to do the same **** thing in order to know what on earth this highly sophisticated author is writing about. (All people that use big words are smart and sexy. Someone that used a lot of big words told me that.)
One of my dear friends lives in a bungalow. Without googling the word, I see a tiny house that Paddington Bear might have once lived in.
In order to keep his bunaglow clean, Paddington always ate his noon day sandwich on the lawn, unless it was raining. It also kinda looks like he was extra careful to make sure he never missed recycling one awry drop of his secret sauce.
Go go google awry. HA! Authorman.
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