My grandma taught me how to blow bubbles. No one could dissect a sentence with more precision or sing off key with more grace. She was sensational and atypical. She spoiled me by reading Bible stories and giving impromptu grammar lessons. And on occassion, she would pull out a box of barren thread spools, fill her bathtub with soapy water, and we would blow bubbles until the bathroom was soaked.
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Have I told you that I think your family is the greatest yet?
Those stairs are in front of Reed Hall. And yes, a gang of Hasidic Jews were lurking in the shadows.
oh jeez...I don't even know anymore...
I like that story. It's precioso.
i have a picture that looks almost identical to your second picture...that's awesome.
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