I hear crunching sounds coming from the kitchen as your dad eats hummus on tortilla chips. Had extended conversation with Uncle Ethan about why there were 11 votes but 13 choices. We discovered a person can choose more than one option when voting. Don't know why a person would do that but hum (to borrow an Auntie Ellen phrase).
I tried to make Miette on a leaf:
But I couldn't edit out her couch with PowerPoint. What a shock.
Internship going well but please give me a break from the stomach heebie jeebies in the mornings. It's unbearable.
We see you tomorrow. Looking for that rabbit-quick heartbeat. Until then...
Mama McAloon
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