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You move through the hallway tile by tile; step by cautious step as you explore every sound the scooter makes; every moment new and wonderful. You tiptoe, dip your toes down and lightly dust the floor, skim it like the first time in the shallow pool of the bath. Then you step, push, slide down the hall leaving care in your wake like discarded cheerios and chewed up apple bits. You stop, smile at this new secret the world whispered as I lift you up into my arms.
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Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 9:37 PM UTC
Biker Babe
You move through the hallway tile by tile; step by cautious step as you explore every sound the scooter makes; every moment new and wonderful. You tiptoe, dip your toes down and lightly dust the floor, skim it like the first time in the shallow pool of the bath. Then you step, push, slide down the hall leaving care in your wake like discarded cheerios and chewed up apple bits. You stop, smile at this new secret the world whispered as I lift you up into my arms.
stacy-del-gallo
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Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 9:37 PM UTC
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