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Thursday, August 02, 2012



I can REMEMBER doing that. My mom was much more of a shopper than I am...I would go into the middle of the circular racks and play house. And then get into trouble...every time. Neither of us ever learned. I love that picture with that big sweatshirt and those little legs sticking out the bottom. Almost as much as I love coming here and finding you! xoxo


Just missing you...Hope you are doing well. xoxo

Samantha L.

Hey friend! No worries, were all fine here. I totally need to write on the blog, right? I really have a lot to say. And now I actually have time - and many coffeehouses to explore! How is the school year going so far for you, teacher lady? Xoxo Sam

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