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Hard day
Sick baby. Again.
mr. flea: "You're a hard-ass mom. She threw up right in your hand, and you weren't even fazed."
It was that sort of day. We didn't get to the festival for the Eno.
Did eat a Cherokee Purple tomato with olive oil. For dinner, corn, brats and a pie awaits.
mr. flea: "You're a hard-ass mom. She threw up right in your hand, and you weren't even fazed."
It was that sort of day. We didn't get to the festival for the Eno.
Did eat a Cherokee Purple tomato with olive oil. For dinner, corn, brats and a pie awaits.