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Monday.
Woke up to Braden screaming at 7am and said to John, “Can you let me sleep in just a little today? I’m so tired and feel like I’m getting sick.”
Response? “I guess so.”
And immediately? I wanted to fly at him like a Banshee and rake my fingernails across his face. I wanted to wrap my hands around his neck, while the Medusa Snakes sprung one by one from my scalp, and shake him until his head fell off, while

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