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Post by John Yamrus on Jun 24, 2007 1:30:48 GMT -5
they don’t get it, do they?
not saying more than twenty words to each other the whole afternoon, we planted and hosed and scrubbed the entire yard, getting the place ready for summer.
when we were done, your shoes and jeans were soaked...
my hands were sore and my neck was stiff.
we came in the house, ate a salad and fell asleep in front of the tv.
this is the gift...
and i am one of the few lucky enough to have solved it’s mystery.
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