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Does anyone else find it funny that an autistic dating app has a name which is a homophone for “hickie”?
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Taking Up Space
Today marks three weeks since we moved. We’ve both settled in a bit. Pepsi is positively blooming; multiple windows to look out of, boys to play laser pointer with, Dad’s undivided attention. She’s a pretty happy cat right now, though I can’t wait until she adjusts
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The birds outside are providing a lot of entertainment.
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Pepsi’s discovered sparrows in the tree outside my window. First time she’s left my side since we got here.
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We moved today
Pepsi and I. She’s pretty thrown. She was doing ok until the cable guys came by. Hours later, she’s just starting to emerge from where ever she managed to hide in a new, empty apartment. Our old place was an efficiency; this one’s a two bedroom so
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When your Uber driver is Mad Max
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A stack of sombreros behind the theater
It was after a storm—do they spring up like mushrooms?
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It’s Like We Grew Up On Different Planets
I’m trying to cook dinner but my son wants to show me his Roblox character on his tablet. “See, Dad! I’ve got Turbo Speed, Fire Blast, and Transgender!” “That’s nice—wait. Transgender?” “Yeah, look!” He holds up the tablet next to the stove so I can see
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Patrick Stewart Interview On Going Bald | The Bald Gent
That came up at the very first press conference, a reporter asked gene Roddenberry, “look, it doesn’t make any sense, you’ve got a bald actor playing this part, surely by the 21st century they will have a cure for male pattern baldness.” And Gene Roddenberry said, “no, by
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Yesterday’s Lemonade
Yesterday a little girl across the street set up a lemonade stand. Her whole family helped her set up the table, hang the sign. They sat out there with her as she tried to flag down cars on our busy street, grandma, grandpa, mom and dad, even a slightly older
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