Everyone Cries On The Camino
I lost my granny panties. If you think I just let it go, you’re wrong. Yesteday morning I went to get my clothes from where I had hung them to dry last night and my clothes had been moved and my granny panties were gone.
So far, I’ve lost underwear, laundry detergent, a hiking shirt, face wash, laundry soap, and yesterday I thought my mind might be the …
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