i sing at the top of my lungs in the car, with the windows open or closed. i write whenever the words come, even if it is on the floor with sidewalk chalk or in sharpie on political fliers. i'm a sister, a brain surgery survivor, a penpal, and i don't believe in capital letter. i have one small piece of advice for you: don't get too proud around your vegtables. remember, it was the pea that brought down the princess.
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