Borrowed acorns
Elisa
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"Um...do you want me to leave these in your bag?" The bemused bagger at Trader Joe's held up an acorn. There were actually about a dozen in my reusable bag.
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OAKtober
October 20, 2020
"Um...do you want me to leave these in your bag?" The bemused bagger at Trader Joe's held up an acorn. There were actually about a dozen in my reusable bag.
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