Yesterday evening, after Mary, John and I finished another round of painting at the apartments, John and I went out for a drive. He got the courage to drive on the Expressway, so I got my cup o’ noodles and my lemonade raspa and we left. He drove around the neighborhood first, then went down…
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So Tired. So Sore. But Feeling Good.
It hurts to type right now. Mary asked John to paint the empty apartment Jose and Elda are going to move into (I thought Elda said she was gonna do it?) and being the wonderful sister that I am, went out there to help him . My hands are killing me. We were trying to…