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Hand. It's what's for dinner. (Taken in November 1998)
I guess there really is a Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown. (Taken Halloween 1998)
Julie snuggling with Liralyn on the porch.
The essence of relaxation.
If you can't trust me with a child, how can you trust me with a gun? Wait, don't answer that....
Aahh, she sleeps at last... now when's Mom's turn?
"Wait, where are her legs?"
