Today I saw a little boy, four years old, walking down the street holding his mother's hand, wearing slippers like this:
He was saying, "Mommy, look at my shoes! They're so pretty!"
And she was saying, "I know, honey. They are pretty."
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I've been thinking, I've been drinking long enough to know not to let my feelings show.
Move back to Seattle.
And also, love the band that I just turned you onto.
Quote from a televisionwithoutpity article: "I miss that band that dog. 'I want to see Cher / Doing her hair / On the air / And I want to see Richard Simmons / Dealing A Meal / And helping to heal...'"
HAH!
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