Thursday, July 14, 2011

Kiahra was shining our black granite countertop that shows everything. I teasingly pointed to a spot she missed.

She glowered at me with flippant shake of her head.

"You need more elbow grease!" I told her.

"I am sorry, but I just ran out," she unsmilingly quipped, eyes flashing.

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