how much wood could a woodchuck chuck

 

stacking wood

It was a warm fall day and we had the distinct pleasure of time. And a repetitive chore to lose ourselves in.

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hanging out at the mall

Last week,  we are on our way to Washington, DC for a Harvard Reunion- (already half of you think I am lying or at minimum in way over my head) and I am already wondering best practices for faking superior intelligence, when I find out that 6 of us are going to be having a 7:30 breakfast at the mall

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the uninvited guest

A note fell out of the pocket of my favourite boy’s pants and it took my breath away.

It made my heart race.

It scared the wits out of me.

It left me confused

It was this.

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