Friday, April 26, 2002

Phil came back from 6th grade camp and his room smelled awful even after we washed all his clothes. Chris was waving his air freshener around Phil's room while clamping his nostrils shut. Phil said he couldn't smell anything. "It smells like a dead sea creature, like a crab," I remarked. That's when Phil remembered he brought home an oyster he found at the ocean earlier in the month.

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