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October 30, 2008


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Dad aka GDad Blake

Remember those days when Mr.Orange would sing " It's time to throw away"? Maybe I should warn Charles.

Love to all....Dad

Auntie Pammie

Tess, I have a whole room filled with "crap" boxes that you are more than welcome to come and play throw away in, and I remember Mr. Orange throwing away things


Tess, I would pay for you to come and teach me to throw away. How cathartic and freeing it must feel. But I stand in my closet, steeling my nerves before backing out and turning the light off. I'm weak. What is your secret?


Hey, where did all my stuff go?

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