she was
an open book
just not the book
I was reading
she was
an open book
just not the book
I was reading
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Great post 😄
Thank you.
No problem 🙂 check out my blog when you get the chance 😁
I will.
She was a novel. I was reading poetry. 🙂
That works, too.
An excellent analogy expressed so concisely.
Thank you.
I could say it, changing she with he…. Thank you for the beautiful posts.
Thank you, AnnaMaria. I think we all could say that at least one time in our lives.
Yeah, cool!
Glad you like it.