Two pieces of news.
Today I was sitting outside, minding my business and reading Eleanor Rigby when a toothless, dirty, most likely homeless man walked up my front steps and took a seat next to me. He asked if my husband was home. Then he called me Angel, grabbed my arm and asked for money. Taylor always worries that I'll be out at a bar and get
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Also! Come visit me, I have four baseball fields behind my apartment...like 3 feet from my window....and they sell hotdogs! And a playground! wow!
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