M: The sun is hurting my eyes.
MV: I'm so sorry.
M: I want the sun to say sorry!
MV: The sun can't talk.
M: Why not?
MV: Well, because....because the sun is a mass of incandescent gas.
M: I have gas sometimes.
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- I'm a mother at home with four children. I live in my beloved hometown, near an ocean, two rivers, and countless creeks. I'm working on my third YA novel--the first one is in the metaphorical drawer, and the second one is winging its way to agents as we speak.
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