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liralenThis morning, I was feeling sorry for myself and while trying to find some breakfast and having no clue what I wanted to eat, I stood in the middle of the kitchen, flung out my arms and in as much of a drama queen voice as I could manage I cried, "I'm lost! Lost and forlorn...."
A rather disgusted little voice from the couch retorts, "Mooooooooooom, you're NOT lost. You're at home."
A rather disgusted little voice from the couch retorts, "Mooooooooooom, you're NOT lost. You're at home."
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