Partially stripped of my 5th sense, I was only half alive. Enter the PedEgg. She’s pink. I named her Callie. She’s a not-too-distant relative of the cheese grater
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A Room of Her Own
Posted on November 19, 2009 by Andrea Goto
Here’s the thing about snoring: I may snore on occasion, but it’s like dementia—I don’t notice. Yours, however, is intolerable. I know; you’re sick. Your nose is stuffy. And I get that you don’t know you’re doing it , but I’m ticked off just the same.
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