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breeze

I sleep a lot.  Last night I slept 12 hours.  I wish I had a doctor I could trust.

We want to go out but have no money.  Seems stupid to put a cafe visit on a credit card.  Maybe we could go to the free museum.

I like the foggy weather here.  Last night my brother came over.  I listened to him talk for a long time.

Then I lay down on the bed and felt a nice breeze from the open window.

“Does everyone like breezes as much as I do?” I asked Ming when he came back from his chocolate run.

By Laura-Marie

Good at listening to the noise until it makes sense.

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