Tuesday, April 20, 2010
The Guestroom
This can be your bedroom, baby girl. I love it, I love it, she said. She ran to the porcelain cat curled on the nightstand. Pink! I love it. I just love it! I had told her I hoped she’d like it. She liked it, I’m sure, for me. A heart so old for a girl missing only three teeth from new gums.
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Powerful stuff, Sheldon.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Randy. Hope things are great your way, hoss.
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ReplyDeleteThanks for reading, Martha. I'm glad you liked this.
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