Packing Them In The lunches I pack each day start out fresh and wholesome and days later, stink. Summers become progressively warmer and the doormat picks up the bottoms of our feet the way autumn does ending the free-for-alls in the avenues. My son asks, “Does Santa bring the years?” I say, “I’m not sure what brings the years.” He says, “Maybe space.”
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