Goosey goosey gander, Whither shall I wander? Upstairs and downstairs And in my lady’s chamber. There I met an old man Who wouldn’t say his prayers, So I took him…
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‘What’re you doing?’ I ask. ‘Reading,’ he answers. But, is he? He has his iPad in his hands and, if I know him, his ‘reading’ is a combo of exploring…
