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Celebration The delivery man stared at the patio set he’d put together as if daydreaming. Lost in my own contemplations, I murmured, “Perfect.” “Perfect for what?” he asked. Embarrassed he’d heard my musings, I replied, “A tea party.” He snickered. … Continue reading

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