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Friday, August 17, 2012
8 at the most
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Four miles to work and four miles back. That is, of course, unless we go out tonight. Then that might change, but not significantly. Unless we drive all the way out to Beefs for lemon pepper chicken (unlikely) as Pan will not be ordering it from the one just around the corner anytime soon. Long story, for another time.
"A complex Freudian hallucination having something to do with your mother"
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- A gallon of milk costs?
- I absolutely refuse to watch
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- Paying it forward
- Highest point
- Learning curve
- My mom and sister
- Haven't won in a while
- Waiting in Line
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- Not much of risk taker
- As always, my thoughts
- I created another Scrapbook
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