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My daughter was washing her hair. Through the door, I heard her counting. She was up to 120. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Are you okay?” “Yeah. I’m counting,” she answered. “Why?” “I have to count to 180.” “Uh huh.” “Because I have to… Continue Reading “Rules Were Made To Be Broken. Maybe.”
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