+ Old Yeller, the dad down the street who regularly yells empty threats at his tin-eared daughters on their walk to the bus stop (like "You're not getting another new backpack!!!!!!!"), yelling as soon as I walked out the door, "You're grounded!!!!" The daughters walked ahead slowly in front of their even slower dad, when they stopped at my car as I was scraping the windshield to chirp cheerful hellos at me. Kind of heartbreaking and odd at the same time. This neighborhood is something else.
+ The sweet sadness of watching my cat play with her own fallen whisker.
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