I went to the store and bought lady fingers, when I got home I noticed one of the fingers was missing so I went back to the store and the manager was nice enough to give me the finger.
I shoplifted. I was about five years old, and I took a candy from a store. We paid for three of them, but I took four, and I went home and cried. My mom took me back, and I paid for the missing piece.
Sales were lukewarm. Back home there was no freedom, but there were readers. Here there was freedom enough, but readers were missing.
Back of the clouds, the sun is always shining.
Love begins by taking care of the closest ones - the ones at home.
Anyone who says he can see through women is missing a lot.