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In my dream last night, my mom had a garden of chickens. They grew like squash does, from vines, and as they got riper and riper they turned white like they do in the oven. And they were huge too, more like dog carcasses than chickens. And they didn't have feathers or feet.

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Six stockings for a lady at work - I just made $60!

Now to figure out what to do next. I was thinking about a skirt. But now I'm craving pretty, new, expensive yarn. No more Red Heart. Shame on me for having expensive taste.