2005-03-08 I am better...but not. Anna's sick. I pulled her shivering from warm, warm water, wrapped her in towels and my thick, strong arms, then rushed to her room where we rocked on the floor; my voice broke as I croaked comfort songs. <<< * >>>
Anna's sick.
I pulled her shivering from warm, warm water, wrapped her in towels and my thick, strong arms, then rushed to her room where we rocked on the floor; my voice broke as I croaked comfort songs.
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