He could not contain himself.
I couldn't contain him, either.
She knew I didn't want to go out in the cold and the wet.
I couldn't contain him, either.
She knew I didn't want to go out in the cold and the wet.
She didn't want to go out there either.
But something in my face ...
She's called it The Look of Disappointment ...
Made her haul on her dayglow coat and too-small boots and pretend to care about snowmen of the smallest stature.
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