And finally, this could be a raindrop, or a tear drop, the way I feel about losing Ken these days. Every fall I bought him a pumpkin and a mum. Force of habit, when I picked out my pumpkin I thought--"which one is right for Ken?," and getting my mums drew the same reaction. Well, life goes on.
This, of course is a raindrop. I had to ask (politely) if Tess would wait a minute before swimming in the pool. She was very patient and I congratulated her.
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