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Lundi, Mardi, Mercredi, Jeudi, Vendredi, Saturday

I don’t know Saturday, anymore. We’re estranged.

Some mornings, he shows up in a peignoir with oranges. He smokes a cigar and stares. Out of a squished face, I stare back. 151 more words

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Catalogue for Paper Dolls, Item 25

Feeling very spring-y and hopeful. Let’s plant some seeds!

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