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We sold Cameron to the pot people. He seemed pleased.
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There's supposed to be a stove here. Alas.
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So much white......
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Kitchen circa 1968
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First thing, we're burning the light fixture
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My bedroom closet. Maybe. If closing is not a myth.
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Parachute jumping classes from the back porch will begin in the fall.
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Push mower ain't gonna cut this. We need goats and lots of them.
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The giant freaking boy in the low vegetation
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The giant freaking hole in the corner of the yard.
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The jungle which is the back yard.
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Wall of ennui, west side
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Wall of ennui, east side
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190 S 2nd St. If closing ever happens, this'll be my front porch.
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well thank goodness we're all done now
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thematically, this one didn't work as well as the furniture one did
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Why yes, that is a musical do-rag. Thanks for calling.
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they call it tree frog green. we call it kitchen walls.
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roll cleaning
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oops
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oops again
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oops yet again
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oops, i stepped in the paint tray
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oops, i stepped in the paint tray part 2
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Look carefully because it's the last time her room will look this clean
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I kick ass at edging in case anyone was wondering
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I also kick ass at laying down and painting in case anyone was wondering
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my bedroom. and it's pumpkin, not brown.
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I gave him the camera and told him to take pictures. This is what he did.
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It's NOT pink, it's dusty rose, dammit.
