Tide of Uncertainity“I need to call her; it is pretty late though,” thought Susannah. “I know I really shouldn’t but I want to let her know I am able to do something Saturday.” “Hi mom.” “Hello. How are you?” “Good thanks, you?” Dread filled Susannah’s face; she knew immediately it was a mistake to call.Tide of Uncertainity
“Tired.” “Oh, I’ll be quick then. I’m free Saturday if you want to do something.” “You are a selfish girl Susannah.” The girl cringed, “I know, I’m sorry.” “Why the hell did you call me? I am bus
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Dance away, sweet alphabet!
How your seductive gyrations beckon with the promise of linguistic fulfillment!
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The Jordan.. A new brand of Awesome
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Angels are like friends who lift us to our feet when our wings forget how to fly
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Angels are like friends who lift us to our feet when our wings forget how to fly
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