There was a little girl Who had a little curl Right in the middle of her forehead When she was good She was very good indeed But when she was bad she was horrid
work, work and, oh, work... cooking, writing, crafting. walking anywhere that there are sidewalks in this city, and some places that don't. Restless movement. Wobbly bike riding. Daydreaming and developing hopeless crushes on nearly everyone I meet.
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