I think this is when my brother was asking me if I ever had problems with boogers getting caked up around the inside of my nose ring. Guess he's always wondered that. He's a cop now and is loving it. Seems we've both gone through some life changes that have been good for the soul. Thanks to him I'm a crack shot and one tough cookie. Never thought I'd say this, but thanks for beating the crap out of me on a regular basis, Michael. I'm a better woman for it. See you in church.
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