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2 watermelons, really, is that my life?
Mrs. Titleman took off her long black winter coat and placed it on the hanger behind the door. Sat on the patience’s bench, she tidied up...
the big day
In two days, 48 hours, and 2,880 minutes, I will introduce my first literary child to the world. In the corner of Ossington and Queen, I...
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