We have arrived at our next destination. Packaged foods have been consumed. By dinnertime yesterday I felt like we’d galloped the distance ourselves but, after a full night’s sleep with a clock that chimes every hour but somehow doesn’t bother any of us, I feel better.
It’s possible I like sleeping in everyone else’s bed but mine? Try me on a sof…
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