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There will never be a time when I did not exist, nor in the future shall I cease to be, for we are forever.
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- Lorraine
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November
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- Day #334 - The Itsy Bitsy, Nah
- Day #333 - It's Over
- Day #332 - Happy Thanksgiving
- Day #331 - A Wet Drive Home
- Day #330 - It's Snowing
- Day #329 - Not Just Any Tree
- Day #328 - The Little House
- Day #327 - Me, Myself and I
- Day #326 - Valley Forge
- Day #325 - Roses
- Day #324 - A Drain With A View
- Day #323 - Raindrops
- Day #322 - Thief
- Day #321 - Santa
- Day #320 - Whose Woods
- Day #319 - I Thought I Had Cats
- Day #318 - Last Weekend
- Day #317 - Now That's The Way
- Day #316 - Prison Toilet
- Day #315 - Ooops
- Day #314 - Guess What
- Day #313 - Couldn't Crawl Out Of Bed In Time
- Day #312 - Like Mother Like Son
- Day #311 - Zoe
- Day #310 - Crumbling
- Day #309 - Boobies
- Day #308 - It's Looking Pretty Fallish
- Day #307 - A Rose & It's Hip
- Day #306 - You Time Will Come
- Day #305 - Binky Lee
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