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The Great Outdoors

Maude loves being outdoors.

Indoors, she's clingy and whiny after a few hours.

Outdoors, she is a joy, and amuses herself letting sand run through her fingers, and tracking birds and just smiling and watching.

With the warm weather having hit, the doors are usually open, with only screen doors separating us from the outdoors. It's so pathetic to see her standing at the door, hands pressed up against the screen. And she's immobile, calculating how to get outdoors.

What a girl. Oh, man, what if she forces us to take all our vacations camping. My body doesn't sleep in a tent the same way it did when I was a teenager.

- Michel

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