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I know her, too.
. . . And I have wondered how it can be that the brain of an adult and the heart of a child can occupy the same body.
Yet I am living proof it can be so.
When I read your words, or search for my own, I understand.
It is nice to have company.
E
It is nice to have company. I wonder how come you were so hard to find?
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time
*boing*
Perhaps there was a conspiracy to keep us apart . . .
*laughing*
Girls always start talking at some point. :)
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