You and your family lived 3 houses up the block and across the back alley. You had all moved to Canada from Scotland and you all had such great accents. I loved your long brown hair and freckled nose, and for lunches your mother would give us sandwhiches and iced tea. I wasn't allowed to drink Iced Tea at home and i never said a word to your mom because she seemed so perfect and magical. Like a queen from a fairy tale.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
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