I love my friend T. She has the strength and energy of 40 he-men packed into an eentsy beentsy little body. She mows the lawn, slays bees, climbs ladders, reattaches window screens, empties the trash, cleans the house, chases down car thieves (and attends all their trial hearings) and lets me sleep in her smiley-face guest room.She also washes her mouse pad. Have you ever washed your mouse pad? And set it out in the Arizona sun so that it dries properly? I certainly haven't. This is why I love my friend T.
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