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The adventures of raising two fabulous little guys.
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I could not take them both and be one traveler, long i stood and looked down one as far as I could to where it bent in the undergroth; then took the other, as just as fair, and having perhaps the better claim, because it was grassy and wanted wear; though as for that the passing there had worn them really about the same, and both that morning equally lay in leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh. somewhere ages and ages hence: two roads diverged in a wood, and I - I took the one less traveled by, and that has made the difference. Robert Frost
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