i miss roaming around troy with my sister. our eyes would stay peeled just in case a sidewalk goddess left behind some treasures for us. squeezing (and i mean squeezing) random trash to treasure finds in the back of Reba. I think it's time we venture out on another hunt..... A Sunday afternoon sounds like a good day to me. What do you say, seester Bob? I will be calling you any minute to confirm.
love,
m
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