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Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Dead Eleven.

It's eleven at night and I'm dead tired. 

Dead tired. I could sleep for a good year. 

So the summary of my first few days at work will have to wait. 

Until tomorrow, I hope. 

Until then, here's something special. 

Something that I have been longing to show you. 


Yep...

That is definitely what you think it is. 

My dad found it yesterday. 

One reason to call him the best dad ever. 

I think so....

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