I don't really feel like I need to be a teenager ever again.
I had old bunk beds that my dad got from Seabrook Farms. They were first used by German prisoners during World War II, who were sent to work the farms during the war. The metal beds with their thin mattresses could easily be used as a jungle gym and I loved them.
Life is obstinate and clings closest where it is most hated.
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