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counting cards with my grumpy grampa

I never gave my grampa his due, but I’m starting to appreciate him. Continue reading

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a kaddish for everybody i have eaten

While I was running along Skyline with Kjersten tonight, I got to thinking about how I’m actually thinking about taking a pheasant-hunting lesson in November. To kill animals for the sake of my animal. I am perplexed. Continue reading

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