A million years ago, I had a Troop of Brownies that grew into Girl Scouts. I started out with eleven and when they graduated there were a group of five. I can't tell you how much these girls have always meant to me. I watched them lose teeth, get their first bras, make new friends, discover boys, and make a difference to people they met. One of them is actually get married tomorrow-so good luck BamBam. I hope you're happy and that Scottie realizes how lucky he is.
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The bad thing is, I have no one to buy cookies from anymore. My hips thank you, the mouth does not.
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