Through Painted Deserts by:Donald Miller.
Done. Boom.
I was feelin the poetry tonight..so Eliot was my companion.
if you aren't my mom, you don't need to read below this line.
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Dear Mom,
Please send me my box. We girls want to play "whats a dame to do"...thus....we need the box.
i love you,
your daughter.
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