The asthma boy is home. The college girl is home. We're all home.
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This would seeb dot so buch like a dark dight of the soul, O dear Saidt Johd of the Cross. . . bore like the soul's raidy glooby day id February.
Bind you, February is by favorite bodth. But I wasd't egsbectig id just dow . . .
Od a happier dote, though the heat is workig ohdly erratically, the house is rebarkably warb.
2 comments:
Oh you poor thing! You better rest this week while you have the chance...warm wishes sent!
Ib id's February, you mighd as well celebrade Valentine's Day and enjoy sub dark chocolad. Id cure's cold's, I hear. Id hasn'd fixed my current one, bud I keep trying.
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