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the hunt

on sunday paul told me we needed to look for treasure. he grabbed my hand and off we went.

what he had failed to mention was that he had already set out something for us to find: a foam letter from the alphabet floor mat (something like this) in his room.

we walked around the living room, looking this way and that way for this mysterious treasure. i expected a toy car, maybe a train. i certainly didn't expect a big yellow x on the floor.

"treasure," he said smugly. then he picked it up and ran away, looking for a new place to hide it.

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