He jumps out when we get there and I just stay in, needing to relax for a little bit. I bring both hand to the back of my head and close my eyes, taking a deep breath.
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I glance up at him, "Whucha wanna do?"
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I study her and nod, "I'm going to head inside, start dinner...or lunch. I don't know which it's time for yet. Anyways, if you need me, honk the horn, alright? I think Alyx brought the kids here to watch."
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I nod and sigh, "Oh, uh, okay. C-could I come with?"
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Poetry is my cheap means of transportation. By the end of the poem the reader should be in a different place from where he started. I would like him to be slightly disoriented at the end, like I drove him outside of town at night and dropped him off in a cornfield. — Billy Collins
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