A World without Mia
Mia never flagged, never lost courage, never abandoned or betrayed me, and never lost that twenty-four-carat smile.
That girl has grit. More grit than a gold pan and more nuggets, too.
Mia never flagged, never lost courage, never abandoned or betrayed me, and never lost that twenty-four-carat smile.
That girl has grit. More grit than a gold pan and more nuggets, too.
The end of the inflammation would surely mean the end of the stiffness and pain. My hands would regain their strength and acuity and I wouldn’t act like a zombie every morning any more.
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