I had a headache from spending an hour in the car with the teen driver today,
and all my mom had to WhatsApp back when I complained, was ":)."
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the last supper
There are thirteen of us at the table. But just our awesome, regular selves. (No Jesuses or Judases.) Headed for home come morning! At least...
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