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And [5/6] I cant count sorry
And [5/6] I cant count sorry
David holds still while the new friend reads the tag, tail wagging because he can't help but be excited he's being such a good boy.
It doesn't take long before Dad comes round the corner of the path.
David says HELLO HELLO HELLO and his new friend laughs at how happy he is. [4/5]
David holds still while the new friend reads the tag, tail wagging because he can't help but be excited he's being such a good boy.
It doesn't take long before Dad comes round the corner of the path.
David says HELLO HELLO HELLO and his new friend laughs at how happy he is. [4/5]
“Dad?” he barks. “Daaad?”
A new friend comes up instead and takes hold of his leash.
He seems nice! He holds out his hand to sniff before giving him a few pets behind his ears.
“David?” the friend says. “Let's call your parent so they [3/5]
“Dad?” he barks. “Daaad?”
A new friend comes up instead and takes hold of his leash.
He seems nice! He holds out his hand to sniff before giving him a few pets behind his ears.
“David?” the friend says. “Let's call your parent so they [3/5]
He trots toward the shore on the footpath – rustle rustle – surprised to find a small school of fish playing by the edge of the lake.
“HELLO!” he barks, and they scatter. So do the ducks. Oh, well! [2/5]
He trots toward the shore on the footpath – rustle rustle – surprised to find a small school of fish playing by the edge of the lake.
“HELLO!” he barks, and they scatter. So do the ducks. Oh, well! [2/5]
David loves walks in Central Park with his dad, especially when there are leaves on the ground. He loves the rustle rustle as he plays and – A RABBIT!!!
RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN
Where is it? Where did it go?
[1/5]
David loves walks in Central Park with his dad, especially when there are leaves on the ground. He loves the rustle rustle as he plays and – A RABBIT!!!
RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN
Where is it? Where did it go?
[1/5]
But they do, inevitably. Even deep in disguise, she can't seem to give them what they want. Too aggressive, too soft. Too acoustic, too heavy. Always poised to attack. [2/3]
But they do, inevitably. Even deep in disguise, she can't seem to give them what they want. Too aggressive, too soft. Too acoustic, too heavy. Always poised to attack. [2/3]
An audience is a fickle thing.
Bea has known that since she was a child, but foolishly, she thought that if she could control the show herself, made her own rules, picked her tempo, wrote her songs – it would be different. They wouldn't turn on her like they did [1/3]
An audience is a fickle thing.
Bea has known that since she was a child, but foolishly, she thought that if she could control the show herself, made her own rules, picked her tempo, wrote her songs – it would be different. They wouldn't turn on her like they did [1/3]
Not white picket fences. Something in a city. [3/3]
Not white picket fences. Something in a city. [3/3]
Makes sense that he and Bea dream of something different. Bea of wandering and [2/3]
Makes sense that he and Bea dream of something different. Bea of wandering and [2/3]
Henry's life is built on a lie.
As he lays on his palatial bed, staring at a golden ceiling, amidst priceless paintings, he remembers his grandmother drilling it into his head that this belonged to him. It was his birthright. [1/3]
Henry's life is built on a lie.
As he lays on his palatial bed, staring at a golden ceiling, amidst priceless paintings, he remembers his grandmother drilling it into his head that this belonged to him. It was his birthright. [1/3]
She just wants quiet days and easy nights at home. But the problem is, she Wants.2/2
She just wants quiet days and easy nights at home. But the problem is, she Wants.2/2
Sometimes, Ellen wishes she was easier. For the kids’ sake mostly.
Her love for Oscar had come easily at first. Like a raging wildfire that consumed her.
Then came the work. The resentment. The hurt.
Everything she had liked about him turned into [1/2]
Sometimes, Ellen wishes she was easier. For the kids’ sake mostly.
Her love for Oscar had come easily at first. Like a raging wildfire that consumed her.
Then came the work. The resentment. The hurt.
Everything she had liked about him turned into [1/2]