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Wednesday, February 3, 2010
You can stop feeling sorry for him
Life...
...is...
...so very hard...
Keep in mind that all of these were taken from only one vantage point at several points in time. Sleepy laziness abounds here.
1 comment:
Megan
said...
Oo oo oooo! I want to sleep on that pillow when I come to visit.
February 04, 2010
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Oo oo oooo! I want to sleep on that pillow when I come to visit.
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