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Published by Michelle Moloney King
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Hi Xavier,
Thank you so much, I am so glad that you liked this post.
Onwards
M
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Hi Louise,
Thank you so much for your lovely comment.
M
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Michelle, I found this a very moving story. I have three girls and I feel I have a good relationship with each but every time you mention your Dad the love between you both explodes off the page. The following lines are magical: “I clapped my hands in Miley from Glenroe style and rubbed 'em like I was making a fire. Strange. That was something my dad use to do. I looked up and there he was.”
God bless.
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Love people thinking your laptop was a baby – the rubbing of hands like your Dad was lovely too – Great post as always Michelle:)
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Is this a true story? I love it, your writing brings a life to the normal. Write a book, I will buy it.
Dan F.
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