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When I was younger, the little things made me happy. Perhaps one of my happiest summer memories is when my older sister dated the ice cream truck man. Not only was his white truck that was littered with stickers of various frozen delights parked in front of our cottage, making me the envy of the
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Three cold days ago, to be exact, I drove onto our street and came to a complete stop. There was a dog, apparently lost, sitting in the middle of the road. He, or she, looked like some kind of pit bull and boxer mix. I remained in the car momentarily, and when I got out,
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This is one of my favorite photos, because it carries so many meanings and memories for me. I drove the kids to Lowe’s so we could make the front path of our condo look nice. It was fairly sparse and ugly, and we wanted to put white rocks, which my friend later deemed it “Florida
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I hate the word “triggered.” I really do. Hearing the word triggered triggers me. And it’s become so popular and the norm for people to use it. In case you don’t know what triggered means, it’s a reference to something setting you off or upsetting you. For example, hearing about cheating “triggers” some people who




