The Treehouse + The Cave

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Sunday, April 17, 2005


Blogger heather thought:

ah, those bubbles you made with the little tubes of soft plastic. you put a glob at the end of what was essentially a coke straw and blew, sealed it up with your fingers and had a weak ball/strong bubble to play with for a few minutes. my dad would never let us get them at the grocery store bc he thought they were so toxic it was like condoning huffing.

April 17, 2005 at 10:26 PM - Comment Permalink  

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