Every time I pull up, the front door has always been open. I love that feeling. It says, ‘I know you’re coming, can’t wait to see you, I won’t let the door even stand in the way.’
The only thing better is to be mauled by a shaggy red ground-hugger and the big headed baby monster the minute I push open the kissed glass storm door.
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