Lately when I hear the word or say the word, I feel happy. Contented. Fulfilled. Hm-m-m. What's that about!
It was a secret while her parents and I discussed it. Then we agreed we could make it work (school in Canada goes till the end of June).
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Her mom brought her to Seattle; she and I went to the national tour of Wicked; and everything we felt afterwards was anything but the meaning of word.
Go figure!
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