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Bacon/Beer/Bourbon Explosion
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Everyone is on a cellphone at the airport.
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My Dad Has an iPhone
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Chicago From Ashland/Lake Stop
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I like to take photos of men putting clothes on, not taking them off, especially if a sailor hat is involved.
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I should probably clean.
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Brentley is King of the Snow (and so totally cute)
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Outbound Green Line
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Elianna Barrios, I found your U-Pass
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Tree for rent
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Outbound Green Line
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Audrey says distance makes the heart grow fonder. Brentley doesn't want to risk it.
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Laundromat with style (Damen & Augusta)
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I do not know how to sew.
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I don't need a stinkin' doctor's note. I can text photos to my boss of my ongoing medical meltdown.
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My rash is better but still, ugh, rashy.
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My dog loves to snuggle but I love to hold him until he becomes claustrophobic. He's fighting to get away.
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Brentley likes orange juice.
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Pinkeye prevents me from working and having friends. It's no longer contagious, I swear! Just looks bad.
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Brentley is very sleepy. Let's cuddle.
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Brentley waits for a drum solo.
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My notes from yesterday's meeting have nothing to do with yesterday's meeting.
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My ankle is so swollen you can't even see the heel of my foot.
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My ankle is in there somewhere.
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My Broken Fibula
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Brentley slept until 5pm, then took a two hour nap. He's ready to go back to bed now.
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Elisha "Two Pairs of Glasses" Marshall