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- day thirty-one: isn't that called a "pair"?
- day thirty: awww, shucks
- day twenty-nine: a long story that only has a litt...
- day twenty-eight: it's been a long day
- day twenty-seven: scary catholic school
- day twenty-six: sugar high
- day twenty-five: don't forget to vote(preferably t...
- day twenty-four: a piano of her own!
- day twenty-three: signs of life
- day twenty-two: barely
- day twenty-one: and the award for the yellowest ho...
- day twenty: puzzles. all day. everyday.
- day nineteen: good morning!
- day eighteen: decluttering
- day seventeen: it's a rough life
- day sixteen: shiner
- day fifteen: nobody's home
- day fourteen: yes, she dressed herself
- day thirteen: dinner of champions
- day twelve: gloomy
- day eleven: playing hooky
- day ten: footsies
- day nine: wnba, here she comes!
- day eight: tgir*
- day seven: escape
- day six: day 6
- day five: toddler tornado
- day four: comet has chlamydia
- day three: artist-in-residence
- day two: overexposed
- day one: post-holiday crash
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