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In the warehouse

In the warehouse

I can’t shake the strangeness I feel – in the warehouse, at dinner, driving home, recuperating from it all. We spent the day in Cartersville, which is only about 40 miles, but it felt as though we went on an exotic journey. The town itself is like a set in a Wild West movie. Pawn … read more In the warehouse

Posted on December 30, 2016May 23, 2017Author LisaCategories ShelterTags 2005, books, couch, furniture, house, sorting2 Comments on In the warehouse
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