On the way home from City, I laid it out for Daughter. When her mattress dries, I can seal it in a bag to get rid of the odor. The mattress won't dry if she leaves the plastic mattress protectors on during the day (or if she takes them off and wets the bed at night). It's her problem, and I've stopped caring. (Hopefully if I say that often enough, I'll convince myself). She did finally apologize, and it seemed sincere. I thanked her for the apology. We spent an hour together in the car, and very little was said.
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I'm not a country music fan, but Daughter is. I've heard this one a few times, and the chorus has been running through my head all day. Not all the lyrics fit, but far too many do.
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