So Braylon came in recently for his Reading Lesson. Stopped mid walk, put his nose up in the air, and sniffed. He then made a face and walked over to the table, books in hand and said with an indignant tone, "It smells like ball in here!".
Ball? Like a sweaty dance Cinderella attended?
Or like a football? Basketball? And can it really smell like ball?
Ah, must be my new Ball Perfume I got at the mall!
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Hi Susie,
Sorry to use your blog comments in lieu of e-mail (feel perfectly free to delete this from your blog!) but since I can't spot any other way to contact you...
I'm a fan of Hugh's, and worrying some (considerably) that we haven't heard from him for so long. Would you please tell him I'm sending much love in his direction?
If you have time, and feel so inclined, to write and let me know how he is doing, that would be great, but perfectly understandable if not.
Thanks so much, and take care,
Carroll
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