Dreamed of trying to explain the cleverness of the script for the murder mystery The Last of Sheila.
Father and I walked to the nearby No Frills and bought some seeds for the garden.
Finished the ditch, and started evening the garden surface with the hoe.
Dinner was McDonald's.
At choir practice Giuseppe was saying that we should sculpt our words, and that even when you throw your chisel it'll leave a mark!
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