Thursday, February 25, 2010
Allyson has a built-in radar which leads her to my cell phone at any given time.  My last phone lasted just minutes in her posession.  The screen never displayed another phone number.  I try to be a little more protective these days.  I thought it was safe inside my purse on top of our pub-height kitchen table.  And then, one day I realized the house was too quiet...

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