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We spent half a day at Tulsa Zoo. We took a bunch of pictures so I can share them to both of our families. We left Tulsa Zoo about 1:00 pm and got to Springdale about 3:00 pm or so. We stopped at Oriental store to buy groceries. When we get back to our car something was wrong. The truck don’t start and it was a big problem. I am glad that when it happened it was close to a&amp;#160; Car Lot. I talk to my husband and told him it is time to buy a car. We did bought a new car and I am glad it is such a good car and it will be our dependable car. I hope it will last for many years. By the way we had a hectic day yesterday but all are fine now. I thank God above for providing what we need. All that happened yesterday was trial for us of how we handle life together. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Below are the pictures of the animals we took from Tulsa Zoo. I hope you will like them, and if you have never been visit Tulsa Zoo, I suggest that it is time for you to visit. They have many shows and animals and the place is hot but you can cool off if you get hot as they have building around that has AC. The entrance charge is $8 for adult and $4 dollar for kids. Well, I did not expect that the woman at entrance would charge me $4 dollar. I am 25 years old but she think I am a child. I do not know why some people think I am a child. I hate it thou but I can’t stop them. 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