Blind lead the blind
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my's best friends. And Walnut Street is where I spent my first not-quite-three-years. And we carved pumpkins, something I hadn't done in a LOOOOOOONG time. Apparently, Amy is a professional pumpkin-carver (which could turn out to be quite profitable if they ever add "Pumpkin Carving" to the list of events for the annual Outdoor Games) and finds it a test of her perfectionism. She carved very precisely and made sure that I did a much better job of cleaning out the inside of the pumpkin. It was fun carving, but the big payoff came after Amy cleaned, roasted and salted the seeds for general consumption. Mmmm. . . Yeah, they were yummy.


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That's right, the Mach 3 I've had since I turned 18. It was old and just not reliable anymore. And I decided I needed to spice things up with the red. No one else has red, so now I can never lose my razor. Of course, I haven't yet, but just in case I did, I'll know the red one is mine, and so will everyone else.