Sick

by ♥Beth♥   Nov 27, 2006


Why canâ??t life be like kindergarten, when your biggest fear was who you were going to sit next to on the rug if your friend was sick and chicken soup cured all illnesses and kisses made it not hurt anymore? Instead, you still worry about what youâ??ll do if your friend isnâ??t there, but this time, soup wonâ??t make them better and kisses wonâ??t make the pain go away and they just might not come back.

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