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For many lebih weeks we were happy. I gave Bloom lessons on the violin, and how to speak properly. She was lebih than willing to do these things, as long as I was the one teaching her. A few times, I tried to get her to work with Abby, but she refused. She only wanted to work with me. I was her big sister, after all. In a way, I think Abby was happy about this. It gave her a little time for herself. I was glad too… it was nice not having her waiting on us all day. Waiting on us for an order. She began to even take orders from little Bloom… they played teh parties together often. Though she...

"...What do anda mean?" Mom asked. We'd told her about the rent. I had managed to get off the table, but I had to lean against the counter for support. My leg was so sore.

"Mom," Paige berkata slowly. "We're going to get evicted if we don't pay it."

"So just pay it," she said, oblivious to the seriousness of the situation.

"We can't," Paige said. "We have no money."

"What happened to all of it?" Mom asked, her eyes widening.

"We used it to pay the hospital bill last month. So Matt had offered to pay the rent, and he didn't. Now we're in trouble." Mom was quiet for a moment, then rolled her eyes and...

    Seven tahun old Claire Debony dashed outside of her pa’s barn. Her short, brown hair bouncing behind her as she ran. Her tee kemeja flapping behind her in the wind. She was going to meet her friend Wyatt down at the crick. It was an everyday ritual for them.
    When she reached the bank of the crick she glanced around for Wyatt. She walked out onto the pier. The pier went about one-fourth into the water.
    Claire spotted something out of the corner of her eye. She began to turn, but it was too late. Wyatt, a gangly boy with black...

A little long but worth the read...





Two Choices

What would anda do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a meninju, pukulan
line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My pertanyaan is: Would anda have
made the same choice?

At a fundraising makan malam for a school that serves children with
learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a
speech that would never be forgotten oleh all who attended. After
extolling the school and its
dedicated staff, he offered a question:

'When not interfered with oleh outside influences, everything
nature does, is done with perfection.

Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn...

Like after all the nights before, I had woken up a several amount of times. Every hour, past twelve, until I finally woke at nine. This routine was my life. It was all it was, after Max.
Max, was my life for the twelve years we had. However, five of those twelve years, we spent in grief.
Diagnosed with lung cancer on our sixth tahun anniversary. At first, we were a little worried--but we were certain that things would turn out fine. He promised me that they would. That, however, was not the case.
With radiation treatment, and surgeries here and there, the cancer came back every tahun until our twelfth...

Hey! everyone! thanx for membaca and commenting on my articles! HOPE anda ENJOY THIS ONE!

Recap:
When i turned around to look in the direction where she was coming from, i saw that nearly all the people who had been standing there were gone.I looked around and saw some of the kids running into the bathrooms, others entering classrooms which they were not supposed to be in.I thought about hiding in one room that was on the left side near the locker i had hit my head on but before i could even move, i had Mrs.copcon say, "Everyone stop where they are standing".

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For Kay, my dear sister in Jesus. May this small tale help to remind anda how beautifully and wonderfully made anda are in the eyes of the Great Artist.

~~ Beautiful ~~

Once upon a time, not long yang lalu and not far away, there lived a wise and skillful artist who loved to paint. He delighted in making magic with color and bringing all the gambar he saw in his head to life in his pictures.

One day, he was painting something extra special. His brush dipped in and out of the swirling warna and flew across the canvas in expert strokes; dabbing here, blending there, moving swiftly in a joyful, marvelous...

Dear You-Know-Who,


How can anda not read my body language? When anda present, I barely look up. I barely clap. I barely look at you? And yet, when my friends present, I go wild. I clap, I cheer, I am constantly looking at them. I even think anda touched my hair!!!!


I know anda were impressed when I rocked up in the multipurpose area covered in blood and bruises. A door hit me, sent me flying into a pole and sent to the cement for goodness' sake! anda hung around, I can tell. Yu stayed longer than I expected anda to. At least anda didn't see me when tears were flooding down my face. atau when I hit the...

love. what does it truley mean? being in cinta is simpe, anyone can convence themslves they are in love. being in cinta is when anda feel something for one person lebih strongly than anda feel for another. but cinta is something elsa all together. cinta is when anda cant convience yourselve anda cinta someone, but when anda try to leave something tells anda no, stop and think. and when anda do think the reason is blantint. cinta is when anda think your done, done fighting and done lieing, but than it hits anda that without all of that anda wouldnt be the person anda are, and they wouldnt be the one anda love....