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It was one of those weeks when every time someone ran — or even walked — out of a room, you expected vomit to be the reason.
Yep. Another one bites the dust.
Sadly, my wife, Hailey, is slightly more repulsed than I am by vomit in a child’s bed, so I end up being the one to take care of it. I suppose I still owe her, after all these years, since she’s the one who gave birth to them.
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