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A touching portrait of a young boy who falls in love with his babysitter.
Oh, Prue she has a patient man, And Joan a gentle lover, And Agatha’s Arth’ is a hug-the-hearth,— But my true love’s a rover! Mig, her man’s as good as … Continue reading →
Love is like Arkansas, a little bit backward sometimes. The best days are slow, simple, like white rice and black beans on a paper plate for lunch. The worst are … Continue reading →
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