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I blushed and smiled. He held the door open, smiled, and we talked. It was simple. We were perfectly unperfect in our awkward manners and constant smiles. Smiles Smiles Smiles. It was charming.
One day, I will go into space. I will orbit the earth, laugh at the amazement of it, float in my rocket cubicle, discover things beyond the world, enjoy it all. One day.
"Aye, uh, Chief, this is top information. Dontcha think we oughtta use the cone of silence?...
And loving it."
No. Not again. I miss the city. I want to stay home in New York City with my Dad in our little apartment, walk the busy streets with my friends from school. Instead, I will be stuck in a cabin with my crazy aunt for two months in the middle of nowhere-South Dakota. Some summer.
It's the perfect picture we ladies all dream of. The cute cottage, the green lawn with our children playing outside on it in the sunshine. All surrounded by -yes- a white picket fence.
They're crummy, They crackle. They're salty. So good and so bad for you. Most of all, they're crispy. Try our new Pop Crisps! Only ten cents for a FULL bag of chips!
Water and oil are like the sun and the moon. They can never be together, not for long. It's a sad idea, and interesting concept. It's a fact we all know about. It's strange.
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