I'm part of a pack. We circle the block looking at red, white and pink roses. Maddy is now in a bassonet Grand-Pa bought at a garage sale from the Wolfers. Is a coincidence they were called the "Wolfer" family. I think not.
Filling my dad's Infinite with two car seats, my wife, and myself, driven across the George Washington Bridge to the Hudson Avenue Bagel store, we were in deed, a pack. At one point, I put my head out the window and howled. People were shocked, but my dad immediately pulled into the parking spot probably because I saw a good parking spot I'd spotted five blocks away.
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