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October 24, 2009 - 12:02 Soaking, I mentally prepare myself for the body parts, which ones i'll wash, in which order. I hate washing my feet most of all, so I have them first. I puked over the side of the tub (it's in a tiled alcove) heaving "bheef bone, bheef bone", spelled clearly with an "h" in my mind. What does it mean? He hired a house cleaner. That's what my Mom did when we were babies to keep us in cloth. Speaking of, she lived by her wits, and I guess I do the same. We have no advantage except a willingness to ask for less then we're worth.
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