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How do you do a before-script? Like P.S. only at the beginning? Anyway, that's what this is. Check out Damm's story below-it was good enough to distract me from the book I am currently reading (and that's hard to do). So, the lack of chocolate. It's all my mum's fault. When we brought the Orclette home, I discovered a box of biscotti by my bedside. I wasn't that hungry, thought I'd never get through an entire box, but I was wrong. Middle of the night feedings had me STARVING and so I'd munch on one, stomach would be contentified, and then I'd zonk out again. Wake up in the morning for my coffee and hey, wouldn't a biscotti go nicely with that? Eventually biscotti morphed into chocolate and here we are. I must have chocolate with my coffee. There was a brief hiatus. Morning sickness made the drinking of coffee and the eating of chocolate impossible. It was a very sad period of my life. I wouldn't simply call it being addicted, although it was

Anna smiled and waved to the kids as she entered the class room. A thin wiry elf with tightly braided blond hair, she managed to be both aloof and inviting at the same time. The kids she taught at the volunteer clinic in the south eastern Albuquerque sprawl blossomed under her tutelage. Their parents also became open and outgoing in her presence, no matter how shy and recalcitrant they may have been to start with. And yet no one, not even the oldest of volunteers, knew much about Ms. Anna. All questions were answered vaguely and the subject would change deftly to a different topic. This status-quo had been maintained for many years. "Muss Amma Muss Amma come see my picture!" "Muss Amma I made you a birdday chard!" "Muss Amma! Look at how good a babelrina I am!" "What a pretty picture Mario! A birthday card!? Is it for me Jenna? Is it my birthday? Wow good job Tina, you are a very beautiful ballerina." "No Muss Amma it is my birdday

Welp, I'm 25. People kept asking me how it felt to be 25, and all I could come up with is "umm, I feel older?" Sometimes I'd comment on how weird it is to be on the other side of 25-I feel like I have to act grownupish now. I should already be acting that way, considering I have a kid, husband, another kid on the way, and have joined the military (I consider myself to have joined as well, seeing as how I get to go through lengthy separations etc.). But still, it's weird .... and I know that all of you who have hit 30 and beyond are laughing and thinking how very young I still am. Pfft. It was a quiet birthday. Damm left absurdly early to set up for the Bataan race. The Orclette and I went to church, where I left her screaming in the nursery (she calmed down after I was out of sight) and then went over to the grandparents house and chilled for the rest of the day. When Damm was done making sure the Bataan runners had enough food and water, he came on over and we or