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Haven't felt much liking posting lately.¬† Everytime I sign on my brain goes all mushy and¬†blank and all I can think of to write about is something about Sami, how many loads of laundry I washed but didn't fold, the fugly grandfather clock some guy named Maurice won on The Price Is Right today, or... Continue Reading →

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