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And Her Name Was…
Published on Thursday, February 20, 2014 by She hid in the shadows, waiting to strike. She kept my life calm, until she yelled, “Psych!” Out came the babies and life took a turn. She laughed knowing I had no money to burn. Viruses, barfing and spreading disease, Boogers and farting between asthma wheeze. My house?  Oh so dusty… My wardrobe?  A loss. She’s made my life cra...
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