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Monday, July 27, 2009

Under the Bed Part II

I cleaned out from underneath my bed.

This is what was under my bed.



In this pile.... there is nothing, not ONE thing, that belongs to me.

The owl clock... THAT belongs to Rob.

The red juice cup with the "stuff" clinging to its edges?

THAT went straight in the trash.

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