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| "The Lone Oddity" print, from lkbarbour. |
When I think of Easter, I think of the last Easter egg hunt I was ever a part of. I was 8 or 9...ok, maybe I was 13. Anyways, I remember feeling like I was stealing the joy from the other (younger) kids. Most likely, my paranoia stemmed from the glares of hovering parents--eyeballing me like I was some sort of Easter devil.
I hate egg hunts.
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