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Nobody needs thirty seven messages about potato salad before I have had coffee.
Nobody needs thirty seven messages about potato salad before I have had coffee.
They cut through daily, leave the gate open, and act like I installed a public walkway.
She lives here technically, but I have seen more evidence of raccoons.
I throw a party. Three weeks later, she throws the same party with better cupcakes.
Apparently pajama pants at the mailbox are bringing down property values.
We have sold wrapping paper, cookie dough, popcorn, and apparently my remaining dignity.
They crossed one stage and we lived several full lives in the bleachers.
A backpack full of worksheets is not a keepsake. It is delayed recycling.
The baby closes her eyes and this man hears a starting pistol.