give it time. grow up more before you start expecting exploding fireworks and nights spent looking up at the stars from love you found in just an instance.
Inside the snow globe on my father's desk there was a penguin wearing a red-and-white-striped scarf. The penguin was alone in there, i thought, and i worried for him. When i told my father this he said, "Don't worry Susie; he has a nice life. He's trapped in a perfect world."
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