Yesterday a
tween on the bus complimented me on
my green shoes. Now I'm 'tween feeling flattered and feeling 12.
Last night I came home to the burnt popcorn smell Joe had warned me about via text. Eleven hours later and the apartment still smells of it.
LZ and I are going to see
The Freedom Band tonight at PD's Pub. They are my favorite local
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