Our living room is the pre-post office.
I bought a stuffed puppy for John today right under his nose, and he didn't even notice. Daddy found the kooky Western Store even though their giant horse blew down in the wind and found a real belt for the little man. A cowboy belt, no less.
This is all coming together, but can we transport it over the river and through the woods in a compact car?
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