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Last winter I walking out to the car with my son and hit a patch of black ice on the sidewalk. Thankfully I wasn't holding his hand. He just looked at me impatiently and said "Mooooooom...get uppppppp!", while my buttbone protested any movement whatsoever.
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"They say that patriotism is the last refuge to which a scoundrel clings; steal a little and they throw you in jail, steal a lot and they make you king"
Formerly Medusa
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