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Pulling Splinters Out Of My Hands

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Pulling splinters out of my hands

PULLING SPLINTERS OUT OF MY HANDS

I spent the morning doing yard work.

I trimmed an overgrown Crape Myrtle.

I prepped my vegetable garden.

I turned the compost.

I spent the entire morning outside in the yard.

I spent the entire afternoon inside on the couch binge watching Bosch.

And pulling splinters out of my hands.

Ouch!

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