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The boys use the area behind my house as a play area, and sometimes I observe them, a voyeur into their otherwise unsupervised lives.
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On December 30th, my propane cylinder ran out…earlier than expected. I will begin disconnecting it when I leave site for any overnights; I’ve worried in the past that the kids might play with the knobs on my stove, not understanding the potential danger of leaving them on. Francis likes to point to it when other kids are over. “Gaz.” he says solemnly, nodding at them like an encouraging teacher. Showing off.
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Last Sunday in church, there was some kind of ceremony between an elderly couple, with much jubilation. It seemed like a wedding, and I wondered if they were widowed and remarrying.
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