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kahatch: ...
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kahatch: and now we return to our regularly scheduled programming. (62/365)
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kahatch: And even more toes.
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kahatch: More toes.
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kahatch: The boy does rest. (63/365)
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kahatch: The boy does play.
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kahatch: The boy does read.
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kahatch: Lunch.
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kahatch: I don't want to put down my book. (64/365)
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kahatch: The boy.
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kahatch: I wear an apron. Do you? (65/365)
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kahatch: I prefer my fluff and Nutella layered with bananas. (66/365)
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kahatch: This is as clean as it gets, people. (67/365)
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kahatch: We fed the birds. (68/365)
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kahatch: Lucky duck...I mean, lucky chickadee. (69/365)
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kahatch: And then I sighed happily. (70/365)
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kahatch: I need a hankie. (71/365)
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kahatch: It's madness. (72/365)
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kahatch: She likes to peel the swiss cake rolls.
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kahatch: I swing.
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kahatch: I love my giant yellow dog, in spite of the fact that she ate half of a loaf of cinnamon bread this morning. (73/365)
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kahatch: Does this really need an explanation? (74/365)
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kahatch: The Girl, A Self-Portrait (75/365)
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kahatch: Housewifery at its worst. (76/365)