I Like Your Shoes

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I mumble at my golden retriever

Mr. Cadwallader." He looks up at me with his head cocked to one side and

Cadwallader, even though I had to go against my Mother."

as if he were brimming with happines

yself and God as Mr. Cadwallader's he

comp

tter arrived, and a month since I

ton shirt and plain blue jeans, my hair falling straight and lifeless past my should

d, Cecelia Blythe, could be very persuasive if she needed something. And this time, it was Lionel Francis, the new model sh

she realized that Francis already had a boyfriend, I finally managed to make it ho

d I dread

d as I got out of my beat down Prius. The glass shone magnificently as it

nerous cup of coffee if I walk

f

ht blue eyes that shone like beautiful Lapis Lazuli, and who also happens to be an author, and given my 'excessive compulsive obsession with words' would be the man who mans me. And then as his personal secretary, I might, I sho

my mother

, the kind that senses your presence and swishes open of it

d, was my fi

be here, was

t before I could find the bathroom, a cool,

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Lapis Lazuli