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“Gloomy.”
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Spoken like a true writer.
He’s now taken to carrying around notebooks throughout the house and writing down his stories. He still calls himself a rhymer, though.
Welcome back from your trip!
Thank! And welcome back from yours. I love that your son carries around a notebook. What a cool kid.