"Mommy, I got mail from the City of Me!", the young child proclaimed upon receiving a postcard from Al sent from the city of Petra, Jordan.
She also confiscated the postcards sent to Rae Rae and me, assuming that since her name was on them--all of the postcards were from the city of Petra--they were hers. And they did; so they are.
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I kind of thought that would happen . . .
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