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| Chocolate war paint. |
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| Nature hates Ryan, and makes it so he can't park. |
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| Stupid cute. Just stupid. |
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| You can't tell, but she's as happy as she's ever been. Because I folded her blanket. Like a real bed. For a person. |
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| Unhappy that Gracie snuck in. |
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| Their favorite game - rubbing heads together. Now that Rory taught him, Andrew does it whenever he feels silly. Like when you try to put food in his mouth. |
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| Ryan's magnificent morning hair. |
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| A less interesting chapter of Charlotte's Web. |
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| My new laundry sorter. I'm embarrassed by how happy it makes me. Being an adult is stupid. |










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