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November
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- Okay, No More Pictures . . .
- Saddest Dog Ever (Part II)
- My Holiday Card...
- Saddest Dog Ever
- Here He Comes To Save The Day!
- Happy Thanksgiving!
- Help!
- Today's run: easy 3 miles with Speedy. We went out...
- Shut Up About Your Damn Foot Already!
- Oh Coach Troy, How I Love to Hate You
- No Respect.
- Yay for Running!
- I Need a Coach.
- If he's Speedy McFast, I might be Pokey McSlow.
- So Close!
- If he's Speedy McFast, does that make me Mrs. McFast?
- Love and Marriage (and PT and The New Yorker)
- Blah
- Turns Out I DO Remember How to Swim
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