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Every Tuesday morning starts like a bad dream. I routinely hit snooze on my alarm clock three times and debate on whether today school is a need to go type of situation before hitting it a fourth time....

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It’s that time of year again. The leaves are changing and the parka is coming out, but don't be too hasty for fall just yet; the final rays of summer aren’t going down without one final singe. We’ve...