So there I stood, on a ladder, covered in flecks of white paint that had turned to paste, scraping popcorn in a drenched shirt in the sweltering heat. My feet hurt from standing on rungs, my shoulders ached from frenzied scraping, my neck hurt from craning upward, my eyes stung as sweat tears ran through them and my glasses fogged up. Then, Tom Petty shuffled across my iPod, singing "Here Comes My Girl."
And everything made sense again.
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She is one lucky little girl :)
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