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"Me me I do," was the enthusiastic response from the toddler
when the play lady asked "Who wants to go to the park today?"
 
Wednesday is the day of the week on which I was born,
according to my baby book, and when I was 9 and taking
piano lessons I thought this was a coincidence because that
was the day before my lessons were on.
 
Story, tale, fabrication...each of these words mean something similar and yet differ, too.
 
Abound strikes me as a really poor word to try to start
a sentence with, unless I wanted to make with the fake
pirate talk.
 
It wasn't the best of times or even the worst of times;
it was just one of those times again.
 

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