¼ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls
Forrest gasped as his face was lit with wonder, searching the man's face with a hint of bad intention but there was NONE and he clapped his hands once. He had REALLY been working on it! He wanted to hug the man and himself with glee, but refrained from doing to.
He could always do that later. As for now...
He leaned forward, ready to bark ANY answer--he had read THE WHOLE BOOK phrase by phrase and he trusted his knowledge now--but no sound came. On the contrary... his face fell as if he was hit by a car. Ice-cream.
He wanted to vomit.
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