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My Mom, the Cockroach

I was building a nest for my afternoon writing session. I made hot tea, rearranged my body pillows, pulled out a throw, opened the blinds, turned on the lamp, and situated the computer on my lap-when, shazam. Great balls of … Continue reading

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