10 PM. That was pretty late for a five year old. But there you were, every year, with all your siblings fighting a loosing battle against sleep. All so you could catch a glimpse of the man himself.
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10 PM. That was pretty late for a five year old. But there you were, every year, with all your siblings fighting a loosing battle against sleep. All so you could catch a glimpse of the man himself.
Weight | 0.5 oz |
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Dimensions | 1.125 × 1.125 × 3 in |
Color | Red |
Characteristic | Cream |
Clinging to your scarf as you shiver your buns off, you can’t help but wonder how you, a southern girl, managed to be up north for the winter.
Skimming through an old diary you land on page with a memory so clear it might as well be a picture. “Dear Diary, September 7, 2006…he kissed me.”
Dancing it out in the first snowfall of the season because there’s nothing better than wintertime.
They've started counting. You scan the room until your eyes find his. Wanting to be together, you both hurry through the crowd. 3..2..1.. *cue fireworks*
When everyone goes around the table saying they're thankful for the amazing meal you smile internally because you're the one who cooked it.
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