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Manchester, May 1993, Cheadle Preparatory School.
Maybe it was because Look Who’s Talking was screened on TV, and for an eight year old, the image of little sperms swimming towards an egg to the tune of the 121 more words
When I was a little girl my godmother, Aunt Camie, would give me a charm for a bracelet she started for me one Christmas. Every year I would wait with great anticipation to see what the charm would be—a candy cane, or a creche, or a sprig of holly—each with the year engraved in the back. 188 more words