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I dreamed of my ex-wife coming back toward see me. She told me that she loved me again and sought-after toward appear back. It was a disgusting nightmare. “HUH! WHAT! JULY!” When I woke up the dream had utterly startled me. After I once and for all calmed myself despondent I went downstairs to get my mug of coffee and today’s newspaper. It was 6:30 A.M. onwards a bright Friday morning. I would procere my daughter, Sam, today hind school and she would stay the weekend with me and deflate home on Sunday at 6:00. I (formerly) larboard the house at 7:00 today with an increment of headed bepresenting the bakrery. I had numerous wedding cakes to do and I not quite had depending on 3:00 when I had to go earn Sam. “Hello, M’am what can I do for you today?” I asked a woman by curly red Technical seta with the addition of bright unfledged eyes. “Hi, I’m Lucy. I scantiness 27 chocolate hew cookies championing my daughter’s class.” “Funny, mine to.” Sam not quite asked me towards type her 27 cookies for her class. “Do you be familiar with, Charlotte? Wait, you resemblance familiar! Your Carl Schmit, with Sam! I know you.” She cried “Yea, and your Lucy Kreamer, with Charlotte. So anyways, 27 coco chip cookies, and at the present time or moment I don’t give birth to to force on getting them to Sam, I tushy or tushie only just give them to you, a beautiful, lovely lass.” I ruminate Sam said she was divorced… If not that gazabo or gazebo is probably comin’ after me. “Your not in the direction of bad yourself” She replied. Once she left I watched her wave as she drove away. I Immediately started working on the chocolate carve cookies. When they gone (and forgotten) baking I took not too or very many light blue icing and wrote: Mrs.Honey’s class across the top. Sam’s class needed cookies for their teachers birthday on September 28th which was only 1 days away as a result or consequence we needed them auickly. The doors jingled as Sam’s mom walked in with her progressive baby. She whispered something in the direction of Mitch, my assistant and she walked over to where I was sitting as Mitch pointed to show her where I was. “We need to speech, Carl.” She said as she tucked her blonde hair behind her ear. “We always need towards talk July, you always materialize with it here saying that we need towards discourse. What is it that we need to talk close by just now? I questioned her. “Sam.” She said flatly. “She’s been theatrical or theatric extravagant lately relish (in) she’s always depressing at this (very) moment or minute or second or instant.” “Well, July, you hardly took her away from me for a month because I had a spider in my basement with an increment of now she can only just see me every other weekend.” Let’s face it, the woman’s crazy. “No, that’s not it. I think maybe the spider lily-livered her and at present she’s afraid towards go to your home.” She scratched her wrist. “Get out of here!” I justly think she takes potty pills, if those even exist.