Demons, Swings and Sunflowers

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At 34, I'm pretty familiar with my demons. They're not deep and haunting or standing at the ready to slay me if I carelessly walk around a dim corner. I envision them more dressed-up in one of those little headbands with horns on them and a tail adhered by a safety pin.

Subway Love

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While out running a few errands at lunch yesterday, my final stop was at Subway to grab a sandwich for a coworker who was holding down the fort for the day. I went in for a sandwich, I left with a heart.