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Buy this shirt: Apparently, I have to add this, thanks to the contents of my comments—this answer is about a specific experience more than two decades ago. It does not say what I’ve done with myself since then, how I feel about things now, what I think after having reflected on things, how I feel about social justice issues, what I think about race, or any other of the large, related topics associated with finding out that I had this in my family history. I chose to limit myself to the single experience because I didn’t want to have to write a novel, merely to share a specific experience from a long time ago that I’d imagined might be interesting to others. Comments demanding I defend myself, my family, my experiences, my moral fiber, or any other category of personal virtue will be deleted, and an excess of them will cause me to close my comments. All the conspicuous signs of consumption, of generational consumption, and a source of pride that I had just sort of assumed was normal, or at least was just a part of the way things are. We’re a hotbed of sleep disorders. We’ve got the standard ones covered by multiple people, insomnia, apnea, walking and talking. But we’ve also got the more interesting ones. My sister had night terrors every night from age 2 to 4. 10:30 would roll around and she’s be up screaming inconsolably. I shared a room with her and quickly developed the ability to sleep through anything. When my wife was pregnant she became nocturnal. She would stay up all night and then sleep til noon. She would often sit in bed while I was asleep and watch TV or work on projects. I’m a deep sleeper and will typically sleep through anything. This one night she needed something on the floor. As she leaned over to grab it I suddenly jumped across the bed and grabbed her by the upper arm and jerked her back onto the bed. I was so forceful I left individual finger marks on her bicep which turned into nice bruises. When asked what I was doing I explained that I was catching her from falling. I don’t remember if I dreamed that she was falling off a cliff or something or if I was just exceptionally worried about her falling out of bed. Apparently, I have to add this, thanks to the contents of my comments—this answer is about a specific experience more than two decades ago. It does not say what I’ve done with myself since then, how I feel about things now, what I think after having reflected on things, how I feel about social justice issues, what I think about race, or any other of the large, related topics associated with finding out that I had this in my family history. I chose to limit myself to the single experience because I didn’t want to have to write a novel, merely to share a specific experience from a long time ago that I’d imagined might be interesting to others. Comments demanding I defend myself, my family, my experiences, my moral fiber, or any other category of personal virtue will be deleted, and an excess of them will cause me to close my comments. All the conspicuous signs of consumption, of generational consumption, and a source of pride that I had just sort of assumed was normal, or at least was just a part of the way things are. We’re a hotbed of sleep disorders. We’ve got the standard ones covered by multiple people, insomnia, apnea, walking and talking. But we’ve also got the more interesting ones. My sister had night terrors every night from age 2 to 4. 10:30 would roll around and she’s be up screaming inconsolably. I shared a room with her and quickly developed the ability to sleep through anything. When my wife was pregnant she became nocturnal. She would stay up all night and then sleep til noon. She would often sit in bed while I was asleep and watch TV or work on projects. I’m a deep sleeper and will typically sleep through anything. This one night she needed something on the floor. As she leaned over to grab it I suddenly jumped across the bed and grabbed her by the upper arm and jerked her back onto the bed. I was so forceful I left individual finger marks on her bicep which turned into nice bruises. When asked what I was doing I explained that I was catching her from falling. I don’t remember if I dreamed that she was falling off a cliff or something or if I was just exceptionally worried about her falling out of bed. In the morning I couldn’t find my headphones anywhere. I got my stuff cleaned up and just figured that they were in one of my bags somewhere. As we were packing up the boat I noticed that about 10 feet past the ropes securing the boats the ground got really rocky and it cliffed off with a 3-4 foot drop down to the water. Downstream of our beach there were no other beachs or even a place to get out of the water as far as the eye could see. It would be a very bad place to fall in the water, if you were lucky you might be able to stay afloat long enough to get to the next beach. And one more factor to complicate things, this was the first night, so it was very close to the dam. If you’ve ever felt water coming out of a deep dam you’ll know what I mean. Lake Powell water may be warm on top, but the stuff coming out of the dam comes out of the bottom of the lake at about 40 degrees. You’d get hypothermia pretty quick, even in the heat of the summer sun, which of course wasn’t up in the middle of the night. So as were packing up I finally find my headphones. They were about 2 feet from the downstream cliff past the boats. Remember how I dreamed that I was tripping over invisible things? Those were the ropes that tied up the boats. When my sister was about 5 or 6 we sold our house, unfortunately we hadn’t closed on a new house yet so we went to live with the grandparents for a few weeks. They had a big house with a couple extra rooms so it wasn’t too bad. My parents slept in one room, my sister slept in another and I usually slept on the couch. One night my grandparents had another house guest. A short preface, before mormon missionaries start their mission they go to a place for a couple weeks to learn how to be a missionary. This guy was from out of town and due to report to the MTC missionary training center and had arrived a day early. Somehow he knew my grandparents (I think he was a nephew or something) and decided to stay the night. As a result my sister got bumped out of the room she was used to staying in and had to sleep somewhere else and he took the bed in “her” room. 6 Easy Step To Grab This Product: Click the button “Buy this shirt” Choose your style: men, women, toddlers, … Pic Any color you like! Choose size. Enter the delivery address. Wait for your shirt and let’s take a photograph. Topbestshirt This product belong to hieu-vu Sleep Well Middle Finger You've Got A Big Day Ahead Of You Tomorrow Tee Shirts Black Buy this shirt: Apparently, I have to add this, thanks to the contents of my comments—this answer is about a specific experience more than two decades ago. It does not say what I’ve done with myself since then, how I feel about things now, what I think after having reflected on things, how I feel about social justice issues, what I think about race, or any other of the large, related topics associated with finding out that I had this in my family history. I chose to limit myself to the single experience because I didn’t want to have to write a novel, merely to share a specific experience from a long time ago that I’d imagined might be interesting to others. Comments demanding I defend myself, my family, my experiences, my moral fiber, or any other category of personal virtue will be deleted, and an excess of them will cause me to close my comments. All the conspicuous signs of consumption, of generational consumption, and a source of pride that I had just sort of assumed was normal, or at least was just a part of the way things are. We’re a hotbed of sleep disorders. We’ve got the standard ones covered by multiple people, insomnia, apnea, walking and talking. But we’ve also got the more interesting ones. My sister had night terrors every night from age 2 to 4. 10:30 would roll around and she’s be up screaming inconsolably. I shared a room with her and quickly developed the ability to sleep through anything. When my wife was pregnant she became nocturnal. She would stay up all night and then sleep til noon. She would often sit in bed while I was asleep and watch TV or work on projects. I’m a deep sleeper and will typically sleep through anything. This one night she needed something on the floor. As she leaned over to grab it I suddenly jumped across the bed and grabbed her by the upper arm and jerked her back onto the bed. I was so forceful I left individual finger marks on her bicep which turned into nice bruises. When asked what I was doing I explained that I was catching her from falling. I don’t remember if I dreamed that she was falling off a cliff or something or if I was just exceptionally worried about her falling out of bed. Apparently, I have to add this, thanks to the contents of my comments—this answer is about a specific experience more than two decades ago. It does not say what I’ve done with myself since then, how I feel about things now, what I think after having reflected on things, how I feel about social justice issues, what I think about race, or any other of the large, related topics associated with finding out that I had this in my family history. I chose to limit myself to the single experience because I didn’t want to have to write a novel, merely to share a specific experience from a long time ago that I’d imagined might be interesting to others. Comments demanding I defend myself, my family, my experiences, my moral fiber, or any other category of personal virtue will be deleted, and an excess of them will cause me to close my comments. All the conspicuous signs of consumption, of generational consumption, and a source of pride that I had just sort of assumed was normal, or at least was just a part of the way things are. We’re a hotbed of sleep disorders. We’ve got the standard ones covered by multiple people, insomnia, apnea, walking and talking. But we’ve also got the more interesting ones. My sister had night terrors every night from age 2 to 4. 10:30 would roll around and she’s be up screaming inconsolably. I shared a room with her and quickly developed the ability to sleep through anything. When my wife was pregnant she became nocturnal. She would stay up all night and then sleep til noon. She would often sit in bed while I was asleep and watch TV or work on projects. I’m a deep sleeper and will typically sleep through anything. This one night she needed something on the floor. As she leaned over to grab it I suddenly jumped across the bed and grabbed her by the upper arm and jerked her back onto the bed. I was so forceful I left individual finger marks on her bicep which turned into nice bruises. When asked what I was doing I explained that I was catching her from falling. I don’t remember if I dreamed that she was falling off a cliff or something or if I was just exceptionally worried about her falling out of bed. In the morning I couldn’t find my headphones anywhere. I got my stuff cleaned up and just figured that they were in one of my bags somewhere. As we were packing up the boat I noticed that about 10 feet past the ropes securing the boats the ground got really rocky and it cliffed off with a 3-4 foot drop down to the water. Downstream of our beach there were no other beachs or even a place to get out of the water as far as the eye could see. It would be a very bad place to fall in the water, if you were lucky you might be able to stay afloat long enough to get to the next beach. And one more factor to complicate things, this was the first night, so it was very close to the dam. If you’ve ever felt water coming out of a deep dam you’ll know what I mean. Lake Powell water may be warm on top, but the stuff coming out of the dam comes out of the bottom of the lake at about 40 degrees. You’d get hypothermia pretty quick, even in the heat of the summer sun, which of course wasn’t up in the middle of the night. So as were packing up I finally find my headphones. They were about 2 feet from the downstream cliff past the boats. Remember how I dreamed that I was tripping over invisible things? Those were the ropes that tied up the boats. When my sister was about 5 or 6 we sold our house, unfortunately we hadn’t closed on a new house yet so we went to live with the grandparents for a few weeks. They had a big house with a couple extra rooms so it wasn’t too bad. My parents slept in one room, my sister slept in another and I usually slept on the couch. One night my grandparents had another house guest. A short preface, before mormon missionaries start their mission they go to a place for a couple weeks to learn how to be a missionary. This guy was from out of town and due to report to the MTC missionary training center and had arrived a day early. Somehow he knew my grandparents (I think he was a nephew or something) and decided to stay the night. As a result my sister got bumped out of the room she was used to staying in and had to sleep somewhere else and he took the bed in “her” room. 6 Easy Step To Grab This Product: Click the button “Buy this shirt” Choose your style: men, women, toddlers, … Pic Any color you like! Choose size. Enter the delivery address. Wait for your shirt and let’s take a photograph. Topbestshirt This product belong to hieu-vu
Buy this shirt: Apparently, I have to add this, thanks to the contents of my comments—this answer is about a specific experience more than two decades ago. It does not say what I’ve done with myself since then, how I feel about things now, what I think after having reflected on things, how I feel about social justice issues, what I think about race, or any other of the large, related topics associated with finding out that I had this in my family history. I chose to limit myself to the single experience because I didn’t want to have to write a novel, merely to share a specific experience from a long time ago that I’d imagined might be interesting to others. Comments demanding I defend myself, my family, my experiences, my moral fiber, or any other category of personal virtue will be deleted, and an excess of them will cause me to close my comments. All the conspicuous signs of consumption, of generational consumption, and a source of pride that I had just sort of assumed was normal, or at least was just a part of the way things are. We’re a hotbed of sleep disorders. We’ve got the standard ones covered by multiple people, insomnia, apnea, walking and talking. But we’ve also got the more interesting ones. My sister had night terrors every night from age 2 to 4. 10:30 would roll around and she’s be up screaming inconsolably. I shared a room with her and quickly developed the ability to sleep through anything. When my wife was pregnant she became nocturnal. She would stay up all night and then sleep til noon. She would often sit in bed while I was asleep and watch TV or work on projects. I’m a deep sleeper and will typically sleep through anything. This one night she needed something on the floor. As she leaned over to grab it I suddenly jumped across the bed and grabbed her by the upper arm and jerked her back onto the bed. I was so forceful I left individual finger marks on her bicep which turned into nice bruises. When asked what I was doing I explained that I was catching her from falling. I don’t remember if I dreamed that she was falling off a cliff or something or if I was just exceptionally worried about her falling out of bed. Apparently, I have to add this, thanks to the contents of my comments—this answer is about a specific experience more than two decades ago. It does not say what I’ve done with myself since then, how I feel about things now, what I think after having reflected on things, how I feel about social justice issues, what I think about race, or any other of the large, related topics associated with finding out that I had this in my family history. I chose to limit myself to the single experience because I didn’t want to have to write a novel, merely to share a specific experience from a long time ago that I’d imagined might be interesting to others. Comments demanding I defend myself, my family, my experiences, my moral fiber, or any other category of personal virtue will be deleted, and an excess of them will cause me to close my comments. All the conspicuous signs of consumption, of generational consumption, and a source of pride that I had just sort of assumed was normal, or at least was just a part of the way things are. We’re a hotbed of sleep disorders. We’ve got the standard ones covered by multiple people, insomnia, apnea, walking and talking. But we’ve also got the more interesting ones. My sister had night terrors every night from age 2 to 4. 10:30 would roll around and she’s be up screaming inconsolably. I shared a room with her and quickly developed the ability to sleep through anything. When my wife was pregnant she became nocturnal. She would stay up all night and then sleep til noon. She would often sit in bed while I was asleep and watch TV or work on projects. I’m a deep sleeper and will typically sleep through anything. This one night she needed something on the floor. As she leaned over to grab it I suddenly jumped across the bed and grabbed her by the upper arm and jerked her back onto the bed. I was so forceful I left individual finger marks on her bicep which turned into nice bruises. When asked what I was doing I explained that I was catching her from falling. I don’t remember if I dreamed that she was falling off a cliff or something or if I was just exceptionally worried about her falling out of bed. In the morning I couldn’t find my headphones anywhere. I got my stuff cleaned up and just figured that they were in one of my bags somewhere. As we were packing up the boat I noticed that about 10 feet past the ropes securing the boats the ground got really rocky and it cliffed off with a 3-4 foot drop down to the water. Downstream of our beach there were no other beachs or even a place to get out of the water as far as the eye could see. It would be a very bad place to fall in the water, if you were lucky you might be able to stay afloat long enough to get to the next beach. And one more factor to complicate things, this was the first night, so it was very close to the dam. If you’ve ever felt water coming out of a deep dam you’ll know what I mean. Lake Powell water may be warm on top, but the stuff coming out of the dam comes out of the bottom of the lake at about 40 degrees. You’d get hypothermia pretty quick, even in the heat of the summer sun, which of course wasn’t up in the middle of the night. So as were packing up I finally find my headphones. They were about 2 feet from the downstream cliff past the boats. Remember how I dreamed that I was tripping over invisible things? Those were the ropes that tied up the boats. When my sister was about 5 or 6 we sold our house, unfortunately we hadn’t closed on a new house yet so we went to live with the grandparents for a few weeks. They had a big house with a couple extra rooms so it wasn’t too bad. My parents slept in one room, my sister slept in another and I usually slept on the couch. One night my grandparents had another house guest. A short preface, before mormon missionaries start their mission they go to a place for a couple weeks to learn how to be a missionary. This guy was from out of town and due to report to the MTC missionary training center and had arrived a day early. Somehow he knew my grandparents (I think he was a nephew or something) and decided to stay the night. As a result my sister got bumped out of the room she was used to staying in and had to sleep somewhere else and he took the bed in “her” room. 6 Easy Step To Grab This Product: Click the button “Buy this shirt” Choose your style: men, women, toddlers, … Pic Any color you like! Choose size. Enter the delivery address. Wait for your shirt and let’s take a photograph. Topbestshirt This product belong to hieu-vu Sleep Well Middle Finger You've Got A Big Day Ahead Of You Tomorrow Tee Shirts Black Buy this shirt: Apparently, I have to add this, thanks to the contents of my comments—this answer is about a specific experience more than two decades ago. It does not say what I’ve done with myself since then, how I feel about things now, what I think after having reflected on things, how I feel about social justice issues, what I think about race, or any other of the large, related topics associated with finding out that I had this in my family history. I chose to limit myself to the single experience because I didn’t want to have to write a novel, merely to share a specific experience from a long time ago that I’d imagined might be interesting to others. Comments demanding I defend myself, my family, my experiences, my moral fiber, or any other category of personal virtue will be deleted, and an excess of them will cause me to close my comments. All the conspicuous signs of consumption, of generational consumption, and a source of pride that I had just sort of assumed was normal, or at least was just a part of the way things are. We’re a hotbed of sleep disorders. We’ve got the standard ones covered by multiple people, insomnia, apnea, walking and talking. But we’ve also got the more interesting ones. My sister had night terrors every night from age 2 to 4. 10:30 would roll around and she’s be up screaming inconsolably. I shared a room with her and quickly developed the ability to sleep through anything. When my wife was pregnant she became nocturnal. She would stay up all night and then sleep til noon. She would often sit in bed while I was asleep and watch TV or work on projects. I’m a deep sleeper and will typically sleep through anything. This one night she needed something on the floor. As she leaned over to grab it I suddenly jumped across the bed and grabbed her by the upper arm and jerked her back onto the bed. I was so forceful I left individual finger marks on her bicep which turned into nice bruises. When asked what I was doing I explained that I was catching her from falling. I don’t remember if I dreamed that she was falling off a cliff or something or if I was just exceptionally worried about her falling out of bed. Apparently, I have to add this, thanks to the contents of my comments—this answer is about a specific experience more than two decades ago. It does not say what I’ve done with myself since then, how I feel about things now, what I think after having reflected on things, how I feel about social justice issues, what I think about race, or any other of the large, related topics associated with finding out that I had this in my family history. I chose to limit myself to the single experience because I didn’t want to have to write a novel, merely to share a specific experience from a long time ago that I’d imagined might be interesting to others. Comments demanding I defend myself, my family, my experiences, my moral fiber, or any other category of personal virtue will be deleted, and an excess of them will cause me to close my comments. All the conspicuous signs of consumption, of generational consumption, and a source of pride that I had just sort of assumed was normal, or at least was just a part of the way things are. We’re a hotbed of sleep disorders. We’ve got the standard ones covered by multiple people, insomnia, apnea, walking and talking. But we’ve also got the more interesting ones. My sister had night terrors every night from age 2 to 4. 10:30 would roll around and she’s be up screaming inconsolably. I shared a room with her and quickly developed the ability to sleep through anything. When my wife was pregnant she became nocturnal. She would stay up all night and then sleep til noon. She would often sit in bed while I was asleep and watch TV or work on projects. I’m a deep sleeper and will typically sleep through anything. This one night she needed something on the floor. As she leaned over to grab it I suddenly jumped across the bed and grabbed her by the upper arm and jerked her back onto the bed. I was so forceful I left individual finger marks on her bicep which turned into nice bruises. When asked what I was doing I explained that I was catching her from falling. I don’t remember if I dreamed that she was falling off a cliff or something or if I was just exceptionally worried about her falling out of bed. In the morning I couldn’t find my headphones anywhere. I got my stuff cleaned up and just figured that they were in one of my bags somewhere. As we were packing up the boat I noticed that about 10 feet past the ropes securing the boats the ground got really rocky and it cliffed off with a 3-4 foot drop down to the water. Downstream of our beach there were no other beachs or even a place to get out of the water as far as the eye could see. It would be a very bad place to fall in the water, if you were lucky you might be able to stay afloat long enough to get to the next beach. And one more factor to complicate things, this was the first night, so it was very close to the dam. If you’ve ever felt water coming out of a deep dam you’ll know what I mean. Lake Powell water may be warm on top, but the stuff coming out of the dam comes out of the bottom of the lake at about 40 degrees. You’d get hypothermia pretty quick, even in the heat of the summer sun, which of course wasn’t up in the middle of the night. So as were packing up I finally find my headphones. They were about 2 feet from the downstream cliff past the boats. Remember how I dreamed that I was tripping over invisible things? Those were the ropes that tied up the boats. When my sister was about 5 or 6 we sold our house, unfortunately we hadn’t closed on a new house yet so we went to live with the grandparents for a few weeks. They had a big house with a couple extra rooms so it wasn’t too bad. My parents slept in one room, my sister slept in another and I usually slept on the couch. One night my grandparents had another house guest. A short preface, before mormon missionaries start their mission they go to a place for a couple weeks to learn how to be a missionary. This guy was from out of town and due to report to the MTC missionary training center and had arrived a day early. Somehow he knew my grandparents (I think he was a nephew or something) and decided to stay the night. As a result my sister got bumped out of the room she was used to staying in and had to sleep somewhere else and he took the bed in “her” room. 6 Easy Step To Grab This Product: Click the button “Buy this shirt” Choose your style: men, women, toddlers, … Pic Any color you like! Choose size. Enter the delivery address. Wait for your shirt and let’s take a photograph. Topbestshirt This product belong to hieu-vu
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