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The one day I have time to read! Oh well. I enjoyed the previous posts. Wha'd you end up having for breakfast?
me too.
I'm sleepy. And kind of sad.
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Tell about the time we set the chair on fire. Is that a good enough story?
Nice sentences. Both of them. Like a little milkbone for your hungry blog pack of word dogs.
bob-why can't I remember you and I setting a chair on fire? What is wrong with me?
nwo-LOL. nice.
"Like a milkbone for your hungry pack of word dogs." wins the coolest thing I've heard today contest.
I will chant periodically throughout the day.
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toast-I'll be home around 7ish my time, I don't know what time it is your time. I'll look for you then.
Mwah!
Picture this: Anna's back yard. Big wicker chair. Needs to be set on fire. Crazy lady next door peering through the fence. Remember yet?
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