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.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
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