#A sweet treat made of sugar. It is eaten on a stick and very sweet. Children like to eat it as a treat.
Leo
A sweet that is made of sugar and is very sweet and tasty. It is eaten on a stick.
Leo
I’ll be honest, I really like suckers. But I don’t call the lillipops. That term, lillipop, seems old fashioned. Like the goldie oldie, “lillipop, lillipop, oh lolly lollipop.” I don’t feel comfortable saying it…its not really my generation. I also think when I invision lollipops, I think of fance
The child ran up to her mother after she had fallen down. She was bravely trying to restrain her tears, but she sniffled as she held her leg up to her mother. She had skinned her kneed and drops of blood were starting to appear. Her mother pulled a lollipop out of her bag and handed it to her daughter. “You’re so brave,” she said. “Now let’s go clean out the blood and put a band-aid on it.”
Chanpheng
“Lollipop,” I hurriedly whispered into my headset. “Lollipop, lollipop, lollipop!”
My team, on the receiving end of my frantic cries, was nowhere to be found. I looked around the dining room, hoping to see a horde of agents piling in from all directions. The dinner carried on – waiters walked around the room carrying sterling silver trays, benefactors sipped on wines that aged for longer than I have been alive, and absolutely nobody was coming to my rescue.
#A sweet treat made of sugar. It is eaten on a stick and very sweet. Children like to eat it as a treat.
A sweet that is made of sugar and is very sweet and tasty. It is eaten on a stick.
I’ll be honest, I really like suckers. But I don’t call the lillipops. That term, lillipop, seems old fashioned. Like the goldie oldie, “lillipop, lillipop, oh lolly lollipop.” I don’t feel comfortable saying it…its not really my generation. I also think when I invision lollipops, I think of fance
Lollipop, rainbow swirl at the checkout counter, childhood dream, too big for my mouth, cartoon treat
The child ran up to her mother after she had fallen down. She was bravely trying to restrain her tears, but she sniffled as she held her leg up to her mother. She had skinned her kneed and drops of blood were starting to appear. Her mother pulled a lollipop out of her bag and handed it to her daughter. “You’re so brave,” she said. “Now let’s go clean out the blood and put a band-aid on it.”
“Lollipop,” I hurriedly whispered into my headset. “Lollipop, lollipop, lollipop!”
My team, on the receiving end of my frantic cries, was nowhere to be found. I looked around the dining room, hoping to see a horde of agents piling in from all directions. The dinner carried on – waiters walked around the room carrying sterling silver trays, benefactors sipped on wines that aged for longer than I have been alive, and absolutely nobody was coming to my rescue.