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Ah, the Friday after Thanksgiving: the cleanup, the carcass, the glorious bloat. Sally Lunn bread and pumpkin pie for breakfast. A day that feels like Sunday but is really Friday. What to do?

Visit 22nd Street Thrift Store, of course! After a protracted conversation with DH about the lack of income, it's especially satisfying to come home with two giant bags of stuff, all for 33 dollars and 24 cents:



Cassie got a new baby.



She loved it. Loved it's nose right off.

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