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R. came home from school and bounded around on the bed, bellowing something that might have started out as a Thanksgiving song:

Our horn of plenty has a screw in it
A screw in it
A screw in it

I couldn’t agree more! Sup well, drear-nighted November.

i'm still on how, when you told me you and J were expecting a child, i thought, "okay, we've got another century or so, then."

we're going to need that screw for upping our courage this winter. xo

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