Hello! Hope you are doing well. Your girl will be trotting off to the doctor today. She has a light touch of tremor that has to be attended to every now and then. It runs in the family. Thank goodness there are ways to deal with it, but what is really bothering her now is her throat. She sounds like she's gargling all the time. Sucret, anyone?
Going through one of my old romances sparks me up. After all, if Fio could write one, she could do it again. Hmm.... the heroin could be a widow trying to adjust to her sudden status. Believe me, your girl has had plenty of experience with that!
Oh, big news--most of our days are under 100 degrees now, and your girl actually walked the cul-de-sac yesterday--and will walk it again today in the evening. She has a lot to make up for....
Our taxes are almost all done and Fio gives all the credit to Son L. Taxes are NOT one of Fio's better skill.
GO DOWN, DOWN, DOWN about a foot and you'll see the rest of the show. Fio tried something that didn't work
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GERMAN: an-kommen arrive remember to use a round-mouth "o"
an-fangen begin the "a" is made in the back of the throat
an-nehmen accept the "eh" is open
an-rufen telephone
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WHERE THE HEART LEADS--
The door opened and a nurse wheeled in a plexiglass cradle on top of a medal cabinet, then transferred a blanket-rapped bundle into her mother's eager arms.
Moira felt a sweet pan of longing in her breast. Would she ever be a mother? Ever hold her own sweet baby in her arms? Maybe a little boy with a shock of bright red hair?
Close that door right now, girl. Any relationship you have with Rafe will be on the terms he originally proposed--sex only, body satisfying body.
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