My dad dropped off some of his pasta leftovers for me to eat. It came with instructions. Thankfully, I know my alphabet so I think I’ll be able to follow this easily.
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These are my dad’s shoes. I don’t know why he put these bows on them but he thinks they’re cool and they’re for men. That’s what he said when I asked him. My mom even prayed at the temple for him to take them off, but he argued that it allows him to see and find his shoes better. Ugh.
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