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It continues cold. Most of the morning glories are frost-bitten--all except those in the lee of the fence under the tree. The grass in the backyard is covered in frost every morning.
Two terrible nights doing inventory at work while also selling, and babysitting drunken/stoned customers. A co-worker has given notice, and I can hardly blame him.
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