(Me in front of a house in Rustico, PEI — part cold, part stunned by the yard-full of decorations.)
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Ah, bliss. I’m with my family, getting through the pile of books I brought with me, and doing lots of nothing.
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I know I’m relaxed because I’m laughing at everything, especially my brother’s dog, with her moans of pleasure or tiredness, and her swamp-gas farting.
