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My apartment is lacking in storage.
Penelope seems to like it. I like it too, but my old place had columns and a view of the Tennessee Valley.
I have a little gated porch and a triple lock on my door here with a gated entrance to the complex. We are on lockdown.
All of my books made it. Dad hung my pictures yesterday, and the drapes before leaving for Houston.
Penelope and I flew Continental. She didn’t make a sound, and children were curious.
Tucson is brown. There are weird traffic lights here where the green arrow comes AFTER the light turns red. Also, drivers are sort of aggressive/mean. It doesn’t seem like I should ever be in a hurry here.
As for visitors, I’ll need them. COME ON OUT TO THE DESERT.
