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Arizona Sushi Bar this is where the sauces go, chopsticks, washcloth for cleaning
your hands or wiping your eyes after you eat Wasabi, also good to have on hand for wiping down the person next to you as you learn to use chop sticks."
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“Well you better do something quick, Blue is starting to look like
a four legged monk!” “Stop that, that’s my dog your talking about! Adriana laughed. I think I’m ready to try the oil remedy. Do you mind if we stop off
at Jiffy Lube before we go to the lake?” “Of course not. So, your going to try Bill's remedy?" |
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“What in the hell is this? I don’t want to
send a rocket to the moon. All I want to do is wash my car.” The control panel had more buttons, knobs and switches then a flight simulator. |
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Yes, all day
long you can see Masters running up and down the beach trying to retrieve their dog’s toy from other dogs. I have to laugh, stupid
Masters, they should leave the toys at home. Masters chase dog toys more then their dogs do. |
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Deer Shelby, Idiot humans, woof, woof, woof gve Sparky greece.
Woof! Like prunes! Arf, arf, arf. Poop…nxt to chair. |
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"Your mother
is going to kill me." "He does." Cearra laughed. |
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Apparently, her mother moved while she was at camp and did not tell her about the move. When she came home the little girl
discovered an empty trailer spot. "Really?" I said half believing what I was hearing yet smiling. "Yes, my mother did that to me. She
thought it was funny." The lady answered. |
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Yes it is true. You must always obey the women. When you grow-up you have to get a good job and make
lots of money so the women can spend it. That's just how it is.” Jacob looks down at the sidewalk his expression is worried then he looks up at the
babysitter and says: "Oh, no!" |
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I thought it would be fun to give the children Indian names. So, I named Cearra Puddle Walker
because she likes to walk in puddles and I call Brett Falls A Lot I don’t have to explain that one! I am Screams A Lot - no relation. |
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No! No! Stop! Never mind! Stay where you are! Cynthia! What did you do to my daughter? [This is a standard question around the Dickman house.] “Ah, we were out looking at the frog pond.” “In the rain?” “Yes, it was only a light drizzle...And...And there were no frogs...And...It looks hopeful. Soon the frogs will be breeding again...And... |
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For me death felt strange and
foreign, unreal like being in sock. Burma didn't give dad a funeral, had him cremated right away. Then she gave dad's ashes to my brothers Douglas & James to
dispose of. James and Douglas went up in a plane and dropped dad's ashes over a California forest. |
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"If
a bear eats George---grandpa, the bear will act just like him. First the bear will run other bears off the road, growl a lot, then the bear will probably walk
off a cliff because it wont have any depth-perception, so if a bear does eat grandpa he will be avenged." |
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I lay under their bed for 30 minutes waiting for them to come to bed. I guess I became bored and
fell asleep. When I awoke it was to the sound of moans and groans. Oh, my God! |
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His plan was simple; he would take one ride on his skateboard—just to test it out. Then he would get
back into the house before his mother came home. He ran up the street (which was on a steep hill) put his skateboard down in the street and mounted it, placing
one foot in the front, one in the back. |
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Twenty minutes later I am still sitting there waiting for Lee Dickman to go to work. This is too—strange! What is she doing in there?
Putting up wallpaper? Maybe she fell and hit her head? Better check on her. I knock on the bathroom door, but no one answered. Next I turn the knob and open the
door to the bathroom and it was empty. |
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The inside of the car smelled like a sewer treatment plant. Down came the windows but that did not last long it was
105 degrees. Up went the windows again, then we began to gag. I found s tissue and covered my nose and mouth but it didn't help. The smell penetrated everything!
It was awful! Then the finger pointing started. |
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A place where there is so much love that you
will never miss us, you will never feel sad, or lonely you will only feel joy. Go now run and play. Enjoy doggie heaven, dear sweet Scarlet, George and I love
you, we will miss you. |
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The hissing continues it is emanating from the
bathroom. As she gets closer to the bathroom she pinpoints the hissing sound. It is coming from the wall! The wall of all things! No, it’s coming from the
medicine cabinet! She leans forward cautiously and listens. The hissing is louder now. |
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"A hit to the head! The beast is dead! Long live King James! Fred, wait here I'm going to tell the villagers that the
beast is dead. I'll be right back." James took his bow and arrows and ran into the forest laughing. Fred stood there and waited for James but James
never did came back. In fact, James did this often to Fred but never caught on. |
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"God! What were we thinking, we should have declined the ladies offer for the ride... my mom
is going to kill me!" |
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All of our friends lived in town, which meant we had nothing to do,
but play games or watch television. Luckily, our parents provided us with an assortment of brothers and sisters to beat up on or play with. That was good
planning on their part. |
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The ball fell like meteorite--the only thing missing was flames. All eyes were on me! I
positioned my glove over my head, trying to block the sun from my eyes; I bent my knee’s I actually looked and felt like I knew what I was doing. I can do this
I can do this I will show them all. |
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The child and the fence lay in ruins. Stunned silence followed. Sparky sat next to Brett panting and licking his face. Brett slowly
sat up and looked around. He was alive, nothing was broken and he was still holding onto the leash. |
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You killed my babysitter! I am Brett
Dickman, you killed my babysitter prepare to die. Shots were fired; there was nothing Brian could do for it was too late to return the fire so he died slowly
then fell on top of me! Brett walk over to us and looked down: That’s what we do to babysitter killers around here. Let that be a lesson to you. |
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Cynthia E. Martin No one under 18 allowed!
Love me love my dogs Love me love my cats Love me love my husband---now
that's asking a lot!
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