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LB (my eight year old child) and I were making wishes on wishing flowers and I wished to live on a farm again. We went home and I went to cook LB lunch and I came back into the living room and LB says “now you live on a farm. Your wish came true.”

LB (my eight year old child) and I were making wishes on wishing flowers and I wished to live on a farm again. We went home and I went to cook LB lunch and I came back into the living room and LB says “now you live on a farm. Your wish came true.” 

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  • Sun, Mar 22nd 2015 at 16 PM
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