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Written at 5:02pm Jan 31, 2015 @ the Toronto Bus Terminal
Happily munching a ham sammich as we await our departure to Chicago.
Had to laugh when I realized what I left behind at Miz V’s…. All my Canadian money.
Checked the stash of American money four times.
Checked that I had all my ID, passport, cards….ect.
And tucked my wallet back into Big Red (the suitcase that isn’t making the trip)
Gotta laugh.
Go easy ~p
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Because there's never enough time to do it right the first time but there's always enough time to do it over
Stories and photos from Scotland
Historical fiction, poetry, essays
The Healing Journey and Covert Abuse