A Sparkle

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Sometimes you just know what's happening. You look up for a split second and the story makes sense, you know there's a story. Sometimes all it takes is a sparkle of the eye. 

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  1. EMILY STAROctober 7, 2010 at 8:01 AM

    HECK YES! It's like you want to freeze the moment and say, "Hey you two, we all know what's happening here, shall we talk about it?" But then its like, Oh that would be awkward. haha and so you dont. But you reallllllly want too!!!! :)

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