Decisions. Decisions.


I found Charlie had gathered all her bones to the area where she lays. 

She had arranged them in this manner, because I asked, “Who organized Charlie’s bones! ?” Everyone came to look at them, so I knew the boys weren’t involved.

Chatlie, we decided, is a perfectionist. Sam and I were excited to see someone else liked to be organized!

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