Like Banter, Only Without the Music in Between

these are short thoughts from a girl who thinks too much about the mysteries of life and too little about her Master's thesis.
Nov 30
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these dogs played in my room all morning.  they were not quiet nor conducive to my getting work done.  they whined, ripped toys apart, growled, barked, and bumped into my chair repeatedly.  but i still love them.

these dogs played in my room all morning.  they were not quiet nor conducive to my getting work done.  they whined, ripped toys apart, growled, barked, and bumped into my chair repeatedly.  but i still love them.