You make me weak In the knees You give me chills Along my spine You give me a fever In my head And butterflies In my gut
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As Michelle slowly sank to the freezing water's bottom, she wondered how she could have gone wrong. The favorite child of a successful New York doctor, betrothed to a successful New York lawyer, and on her way home from the most expensive finishing school. Her father had even gotten her tickets onboard a ship sailing its maiden voyage. What could be more exciting than that?
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
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Become a paid subscriber to get access.Spell-binding! brought a tear to my eye and I know that butterfly feeling you speak of. Beautifully done.
This is just lovely -So heart warming. Love the structure of the last lines -like little butterlies soaring 🤍
This made me smile so much! I think everyone would have felt this at least once in their life.
They sure are amazing!! Excellent little piece M Combs! ☺️👏
Awwww. So sweet!
Such a lovely piece, Mother! 💞🦋
Very nice!!! I like this!!!