Killer Walnuts

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Just so all of you who were holding off visiting because I could not make ice cream without jury-rigging up the machine using pantyhose strips know, I found the ice cream machine lid. It was inside one of the nightstands.

Recently Sana was staring intently out the front door, so I looked outside to see if there was a kitty friend. Cabol looked up and said ‘Is there a walnut on the porch?’


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