Dear One has always been a term of endearment in my family. Once when my father called Phoebe "Dear One," she began repeating it, singing it really, as she ran around the house.
Oh. My. God. This singlehandedly transformed my morning into a good one.
Whoa. I just watched it again myself. That's good medicine. I think the pain in my shoulder is subsiding.
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Oh. My. God. This singlehandedly transformed my morning into a good one.
Whoa. I just watched it again myself. That's good medicine. I think the pain in my shoulder is subsiding.
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