making fortunate discoveries unexpectedly
I don't even want to think about how hard that's going to be. Mine are still little and I fret about everything.
It never ever ends - the worrying. My mother still worries about me... as she should.
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I don't even want to think about how hard that's going to be. Mine are still little and I fret about everything.
It never ever ends - the worrying. My mother still worries about me... as she should.
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