“Unraveling the Secrets of ‘Traditions of a Mutt’: What Your Dog’s Mixed Breed Can Teach You About Love and Loyalty”
In the mornings after these parties, the scenes were all a little different, but they typically went something like this: Those who slept over would begin to pick up empty beer cans off every flat surface around the house. Mostly from the kitchen counters, but a few would be in the windowsill, on top of the fridge, or on the carpet, leaned against the legs of the coffee table. Cousin East-West and family friend Pocha and whatever girlfriends of the month they’d brought would slowly come to life on the living room couch or the wicker chairs on the porch. I’m sure now the ladies were women of some sort of significance, but as a child it seemed there was a new name to remember with each visit. My older brother was sometimes kicking around, ignoring the waking creatures so he could reach his video games in the living room. My older sister, by this point, was no longer living at home. My twin and I often had to fend for ourselves to make it to the cereal.
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