Sam: Not hair.
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Me: I agree with Sam that the dogs do need a bath.
Sam: Ooh, sorry Abby!
Me: However Sam does have two hands, and the dogs do love Sam.
Abby: Yeah!
Sam: No, I'm a baller, not a washer.
Me: Don't go there.
Abby: He's a dog-baller.
-----Dia de los Muertos Mermaid --
Sam's gift to me from Albuquerque. So many to choose from in the pic he sent, but who can say no to a skeleton mermaid with a ukulele and a fuchsia tail?
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Since Sam graduated on December 20, he has not slept in his own bed five times. He chooses instead a random couch or chair downstairs. Wouldn't a guy forced to use borrowed couches or a truck seat to sleep on over the course of a semester simply crave a real, spread-out and make yourself comfortable, bed?? Does the luxury of his very own couch suffice; overwhelmingly familiar, yet intoxicatingly indulgent?
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