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something magical happens those tired, breathless days. Teenagers. You know the same teenagers who are wearing me out? Yeah... those kids, take me to lunch, do something special for me or give me a hug that fills me with energy again. Just when I think I can't take another step one of my many kids smile at me and ask if I'm okay or if they can do anything for me.
I walk again, I breath again, I sleep again, Im me again.
Those darn kids.... they're tricky and lovable like that!
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