'I still feel a bit shy about this,' her little boy said. He used one hand to wipe quickly at his eyes, the other to squeeze her hand.
They were only half way across the playground and the door was closed. Either of them could still change their minds (except for the pile of work she simply could not put off for another single moment).
'But I'm going to give it a try, and I'll get used to it, and then I'll have fun,' he said.
And it was good to know that you weren't getting everything wrong.
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Sounds like you're not getting anything wrong.
I only show you the good stuff. It wasn't so ace at 8.18 am.
Isn't that the worst time for small individuals to decide they love you....
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