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Because it's impossible to find every renegade crayon left on the floor, my dog picks up where I leave off.
 
It usually results in a startling but colorful, "what goes in the front comes out the back" moment several hours later.
 
 
 
          
      
 
  
 
 
 
  
1 comment:
This happens with the brightness of tennis balls, too. :)
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