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Crying At 5

Short post today. Holding Phoebe trying to type. It isn't working out. You can only be so happy on Friday after a busy week.
The tears say it all.
I just finished Jon Acuff's "Finish". Highly recommended. Cut your goals in half. In my case, that means downsizing blog post length.
Talk soon,
Nate


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