“Are you plotting on me?”* She asked. “Yes, I am.” He answered. ”What kind of conspiracy are you planning to do?” She asked. “I am conspiring to abduct your heart from you.” He answered. ”But you already did.” She muttered.
Thank you to my father for not clipping my wings And for letting me fly Thank you to my mother for teaching me numerous things Like how to be patient when am mocked by a lie.