“Listen up, bitches!” I exclaimed, opening the front door dramatically. Stepping boldly outside to greet the day, I sucked in a deep breath of the cool morning air and said with satisfaction: “It’s Sparkle Time!”
Birds called as the sun climbed above the tree tops, flitting from the naked lilac bushes to the birdfeeder as I emerged from the farmhouse. Th…
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