Remember when you were a kid and your Mom/Dad/Guardian/Self posing as one of those would write you a note to get you out of life for the day?...
Dear Readers,
Yesterday, I woke up feeling like I was karate chopped in the throat. Today is not much better. Monday I will share a beefy beer stew that's to die for.
Sincerely,
Cara
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