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I'm sure no harm was done. She smiled at me. I love fire, and barbecuing is fun. Alone, I sat at the table, my mind preoccupied.
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Dana drove us to the shopping mall. I'd mistakenly assumed we'd be grocery shopping. Dana and Liliya took me clothes shopping. It was a safari conducted at speed, then at a glacial pace. They'd rush from store to store, but slow and spend endless time in each store. I never understood why so many guys complained about females shopping. To me, it was entertaining.
Physical communication between mother and daughter was almost greater than verbal.