I was the youngest of my parents children, and separated by divorce, remarriage, miles and situation. As a result, I was raised as an only child. I got the best and worst of both worlds. It was always my fault, no matter what as I couldn't blame a sibling. I always had my own room. Car rides were quiet.
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AuthorI make stuff. Sometimes the stuff is pretty, sometimes not. My wife, 2 dogs, 3 kids and 3 cats keep me busy and on my toes. Archives
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