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A week and a half.
A week and a half.
A week and a half.
A week and a half.
A week and a half.
A week and a half.
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Until then, Sunday afternoon was a welcome break. Springtime walk, my love, and dessert.
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I don't think kids look forward to summer vacation nearly as much as the teachers do. Just sayin'.
1 comment:
Your hair is so cute.
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