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“She looks just like her,” said John. 

Same hair, same eyes, same smile.

She looks like my girl.

I missed looking at her face, but it gave me comfort.

My boo, baby, and honey bunches of oats.

I’m very glad that you came up to me at the airport.

That you saw through my traveling stench, eyebags, and anger.

A big blue house with an even bigger pumpkin patch.

The pumpkins were so big the lady was powerless.

She was a petite elderly woman who lived alone.