Nicholas suddenly slid down on one knee and asked me at age 13 will toi marry me even with our age and mother and father would be against it I a dit yes. I Elizabeth {or Lizzie for short} Catherine Cromwell will soon be Lizzie Catherine Tucker in a few short months/ There was so much to do so much to plan in fact I will make a liste of what I already know
Marriage List:
rendez-vous amoureux, date __
time __
place __
nourriture __
dj __
cake testing __
bridal douche __
center pieces __
bouquets __
dress shopping __
shoe shopping __
makeup shopping __

The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of célébrités turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in montrer business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived par his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived par his elderly father, Pop Tart.

Is it possible to fall in l’amour with someone you’ve never met
Your only knowledge stemming from information you’ve seen ou read
Before I knew of his existence I would have stated no
Yet the first time I saw him my cœur, coeur begged to never let go
It isn’t rational
ou logical
Though l’amour rarely is
I can’t make my cœur, coeur stop wishing that I held his
And I know it's stupid and silly to believe
In some kind of fairy tale
The perfect prince for me
But every time I see that smile
I can’t help but feel
That one jour we could share
A l’amour that is real

I breathed in and out slowly. This was horrid. Running. I spat at the word. I despised running.

Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! toi always end up like this. Maybe toi should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face ou back. Not me!

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i was a normal 18 an old colledge student until that night that horid night the night that all saftyein my life died it was a cold winters night and me and my friend trent were going to stay the night at the most haunted hospital in the world ( plus like most haunted place of death and despair)waverly hlls sanitoryoum. "come on tristen were going to be laughing stocks of the city if we dont go" "trent." i a dit " i dont think we should go" " are u chicening out." he a dit " no" i snapped " but its not right" i argued to him "its these millions of death beads and u have famly that died there and so do i" " he looked mad at me mentioning his uncle who died there but i had to make him stop. "no" he a dit " we are going." to hell i thought if only i new

toi couldn't and wouldn't,
ask for anything more.
Now all toi want,
is to be able to rest.
For your famliy to be happy.
toi wish toi could help them,
through the pain,
but toi can't,
toi can only watch,
from the sky.
toi can only watch them cry.
Hearts are now broken.
But your love,
is forever out spoken.
For twith out you,
there'd be no hope,
for those to come.
toi put the doctors one step closer,
to finding the cure.
toi may be just another person to them,
but to me your so much more.
Your one in a million,
your unequie.
I have just one plus thing to say.
Plaese rest now.
Rest now and sleep.
May heven bring toi happiness and peace.