Half a banana on the counter. A little bit left in this juice box. A bowl of soggy breakfast cereal.
I'm the scavenger on our Savannah.
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The Rawalpindi International Airport is, let's say, an adventure. The airport and I first met in May 2011, a few days after Bin Laden ...
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you're hilarious, Tim! James and I just love your anecdotes! When're you coming to visit?
my father's a finisher too. although he stopped finishing my food when he was drinking my milk and peas and carrots and other assorted things began bumping against his lips.
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