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I cannot express how much I love #Matlock!! I know it’s coming back 🙌🏽🙌🏽 but this finale was PERFECT
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@AveryBa68752542 Have a safe trip!! Enjoy your visit with your family!!
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who needs a last minute gift ideaa 👀💌
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crumbl valentines are officially HERE! 💌❣️ grab them in-store, give them to someone you love (maybe the girl who runs the crumbl twitter account? idk just an idea) and they can redeem them later for free desserts! easy, sweet, done. 🦢 available while supplies last.
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@Matt_Pinner Back in the 80’s Remington Steele. It launched Pierce Brosnon!!
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My husband died in July 2025. We had shared a life for thirty-two years. After he was gone, the house didn’t just feel empty—it felt hollow, like the walls themselves were holding their breath.
My son told me I needed something to take care of. I told him I was managing.
I wasn’t.
On a quiet Sunday—January 18th, 2026—I drove to the local shelter. I didn’t go there looking for a dog. I just couldn’t bear another afternoon sitting alone in that stillness.
A volunteer stopped me near the kennels for senior dogs. She said gently, “These two have been here almost six months. Their fee is waived now, but no one’s interested.”
Arthur He was eight and walked like every step had to be negotiated with time itself.
Rowan was tan with a dark patch over one eye. He couldn’t hear. He was also eight.
They were brothers.
Their person had surrendered them after falling gravely ill at 81. They’d never been apart. They’d waited—quietly—together.
I asked why no one wanted them.
She didn’t sugarcoat it. “They’re older. Medical needs. And they have to go as a pair. Most people want young dogs.”
I watched Arthur lower himself slowly onto a blanket. Rowan followed immediately, pressing his head into his brother’s shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world. No signals. No sound. Just trust.
It felt achingly familiar.
I asked, “What’s the adoption fee?”
She smiled sadly. “There isn’t one. No one’s taken them.”
I said, “I will.”
She looked up. “Both of them?”
“Yes,” I said. “I won’t split up two old souls who’ve already lost their person.”
That was a week ago.
Now Arthur sleeps on my husband’s side of the bed. Rowan sleeps on mine.
The house isn’t silent anymore. It’s filled with slow footsteps, soft breaths, and two steady presences waiting for me at the door.
They lost the one who loved them.
I lost the one who loved me.
Somehow, in all that loss, we found our way home together.
Credit: Go Awesome Animals

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@crumbl @perritasarita Twix!!! Just got your Twix Cookie last week!! It was so yummy!!! ❤️😋
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@mitchgoldich Thank you! Thank you!
I love your daily Olympic viewing charts!!!
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Ok, if you were waiting until after the Super Bowl to get really into the Olympics, have I got some stuff for you…
Mitch Goldich 🐙@mitchgoldich
🚨🥇 My Day 3 Olympics viewing guide! 💥 Lighter schedule Monday 💥 5 medal events 💥 USA mixed doubles curling semifinal
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@AveryBa68752542 Happy Anniversary!!! That’s so sweet!! Have a wonderful time!! ❤️
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Hey there! Happy belated birthday! As long as you are at least a silver-tier rewards member in our app, you should receive a birthday reward by your birthday. If you think something went wrong, send us a DM with the phone number associated with your Crumbl account, and we can look into this for you!
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@GHFan10130 Exactly! And I was actually a little excited for today's episode😔
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