My father was a photographer. He never taught me how to take a picture, but he showed me the thrill of capturing a moment.
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- Every girl needs a good assistant
- I love that "detox" is a verb!
- Mommy, that's a pretty lady. Is that Rachel?
- Cramming for love
- These computer programs make me feel like I am 12.
- Do I want a cup or a bowl?
- It's really hard for me to follow Politics!!!
- FREE ICED COFFEE at Dunkin Donuts TODAY!
- If my Dad was a dog....
- Laundry. I am so annoyed with my own Jewishness r...
- It's just a damn T-shirt!
- Stanislavski Summer School
- ahhh...phone technology
- My first serious boyfriend was a gay man!
- The Invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
- I take after my dad.
- $90 for workout pants?
- Welcome to None of the Above. The name literally c...
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1 comment:
Good use of italics.
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