Poetry

I looked up at him  With my best stern look, sassy look, a look that told him I was serious. Standing jaunty like with arms on hips, feet wide apart, head slightly cocked,  and wide eyes.  Tight lips with a downward curve. Just like my momma shows me every time I get in trouble.  Which

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