TRASHED

Wednesday. Garbage Day. This means mother is up at the crack of dawn to put the garbage container at the curb. All the other neighbors, including Bibi, do it the night before. Mother worries that some wild animal is going to get into ours and tip it over. This has NEVER happened in all the years and in all the towns she has lived. NEVER .

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I love to dilly dally and gallivant || I like to write || Late at night.

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