There was a little girl, who had a little curl, right in the middle of her forehead. When she was good she was very, very good - but when she was bad she was horrid.
"I have always believed that hope is that stubborn thing inside us that insists, despite all the evidence to the contrary, that something better awaits us so long as we have the courage to keep reaching, to keep working, to keep fighting."
Timestamp: Wednesday 2012/11/07 19:18:13
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