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Nora put on a record before she left for Grandpa school. It’s the Beatles Abbey Road, which she calls one of the “walking people records”. Her favorite “walking people” is Simon and Garfunkel Sounds of Silence.

Breeny is laughing at his hands, grabbing his toes, hiccupping, and practicing trumpet embouchure. He has extra medical tape slathered on top of his nasal cannula.

Jon, Breeny, and I are going to Salt Lake tonight after we eat supper with Nora and Grandpa.

Our nerves are SHOT. We sleep less, yes, and innocent things startle the beejeebies out of us. Like when I sneezed coming downstairs and Jon jumped through the ceiling. When Finn barked at UPS guy and the scream I let forth came from man’s earliest horrific

hang on breeny needs a hug




Parents of Breen and Nora.

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Parents of Breen and Nora.

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