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| { A new necklace } |
This week. If I don't do what I need to do by Sunday to make sure the week goes off without a hitch, it doesn't. Nothing bad, just hitchy we'll call it. Maybe one day I'll learn. Or maybe life would be boring without these hitches we so desperately try to avoid. Maybe we'd only have the weather and the state of the roads to talk about if everything went according to plan. I used to say I hated surprises, hated unexpected things, but maybe I secretly love them. Maybe I have a secret crush on hitches and I've never realized it. Maybe. I still have my to-do list(s) just in case.
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| { We tore its heart out and ate it with gusto } |
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| { Rearranging ] |
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| { A glass top wine bottle } |
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| { Some days I think I would be content to live in this little house } |
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