He next set his mind on the business of destroying his automobile.
After throwing his bank cards and phone into the Santa Cruz River, he crossed the border at Nogales without incident. He drove for three and a half hours to Hermosillo with his remaining cash tucked into a back pocket.
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George Washington nearly died at Bear Camp.
I pass this sign a few times each week, but I didn’t stop to actually read about “Bear Camp” (werebears were not involved, unfortunately) until yesterday.
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This Venus flytrap has miraculously recovered from very poor health.
I had nearly lost hope for this Venus flytrap, as the plant seemed practically dead just a month ago. However, this specimen has conducted quite the miraculous comeback and presently appears mostly fine.
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Terry tossed each garbage bag into the Kanawha River.
The drive from Charleston, South Carolina to Charleston, West Virginia took just over seven hours. Terry arrived in the capital of the Mountain State in the early hours of the morning.
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After months of leveling ground, filling holes, planting grass seed, removing stumps, and spreading mulch, I am finally (mostly) content with my yard.
Two beautiful days in a row! Not possible!
I’m enjoying an excellent Sunday afternoon in the yard. I do some of my best thinking either with a lawn mower or watering can!
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How long do we fear the locomotive that is never coming?
“Stand behind the yellow line.”
A rule intended to keep us safe.
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