When Naps are Not Required

I don't MAKE Meredith take a nap anymore. But she always does. The difference is that first she spends about an hour and a half destroying her room and then usually ends up sleeping someplace strange. Like today, for instance. In her sister's bassinet.

Also, Meredith would like to type something on her blog. Here goes:

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