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Growing up in Hartford, Ark., which for most of my days sat at population 721, led me to believe that rich people (by “rich” I mean millionaires) were out there, but that they were few and far between. Like, they lived in a little colony and gave birth to little Richies who all went to [...]

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A couple days ago I saw KBC take the papasan-chair bowl off the papasan stand, put it over his head and then lie on the ground. Like … a turtle. But his head was inside the shell. “Flush! Flush!” he yelled, from deep within his cave. (Insert proverbial arm-pinch here.) Flush then circled the turtle, [...]

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Elise tagged me to do this survey, and I can’t let her down: Three things that scare me:Caves. I will never go spelunking. Why would anyone want to go underground when their little entry tunnel could collapse?? They would have to live with bats, and I guarantee cannibalism would ensue. Gross.People. Yes, I am afraid [...]

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This is where I talk about my tormented elementary-school days. These are the days in which I wore, as the fiance calls them, coke-bottle glasses. These are the days in which I wished I was a boy, because boys didn’t throw stagnant water on you at recess or tell you that you’re not invited into [...]

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Among my pet peeves are: 1. Slow drivers in the left lane. If you want to drive slowly, fine, but there is a special place for you: the right lane. (See Pet Peeve No. 2.) 2. Drivers driving at the same speeds in the right and left lanes, thereby preventing accelerated traffic. For goodness’ sake, [...]

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Kyle and I were dating for maybe two weeks when I met his family. And by “family,” I mean family. Family, as in: immediate family + extended family + friends who are like family. It was Thanksgiving. I’m not an outgoing person, and all of the aforementioned people are outgoing. Needless to say, I stayed [...]

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The men’s bathroom is about, I don’t know, 40 feet to my right. Sometimes when I glance over my shoulder, the door to the bathroom is open, and I see a man standing at the sink washing his hands. Sometimes the said man will turn around at that exact moment to walk out the door, [...]

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