C47 LUNCH MEETING

Let the freedom of your wings fly high,

In the sky,

Till it stops,

To the path where no one can question your ability,

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“Do you want me to do anything to you Mrs” dad came out..from behind..looking at my mother. She glared...and turned her back..ignoring him.

“Anastasia, tell him..to go out..or else It won't be good for him”she replied.