29 Apr 2024
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Pat, Kyla’s old neighbor, neither of which I’ve seen in years, picked me up and took me home. It feels like We’re at my parents old house in Germantown. It had sparse furnishings like it was a move day..
Randy, my husband and business partner which I am living out of state from currently, is upstairs and pulls out a long collapsible tunnel house. He asked Pat to pull the end down the stairs then he stops helping even when asked to help.
Pat is showing me something she made. I don’t remember what it was.