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23 Aug - 21:53
Praise God for this day... nice warm weather

20 Aug - 23:10
NP sweet mumkin. Your company is lovely. I apologize again for late respons!

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Hewwo Sorry about VERY late reply, but thankyou for these quotes

I shall contribute. Can't remember who wrote this...

"Your religion should be less of a theory, and more of a love affair."

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“Success is nothing more than a few simple disciplines, practiced every day.”
― Jim Rohn

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“Don't ever give up.
Don't ever give in.
Don't ever stop trying.
Don't ever sell out.
And if you find yourself succumbing to one of the above for a brief moment,
pick yourself up, brush yourself off, whisper a prayer, and start where you left off.
But never, ever, ever give up.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich

11 Aug - 13:55
“Fall seven times, stand up eight.” – Japanese Proverb

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I love you

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17 - The Squeewee Chronicles - Two Thousand Fourteen
Finn C. M. Beauchamp
Sat 06 May 17
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2014, July. 3 pm.

Squeewee sighed, laying on his side on the windowsill. He had now been at this house for about 3 years. He had eaten his fair share of curry, met about 50 teddies, and learned to make perfect tea.

Yet, it did not seem satisfying. In this period, he had gone nowhere, and simply read books about pineapples.

He needed to get passionate. Maybe he needed to travel. Perhaps... he needed to become a Squeebrew with a talent.

By now, the Boochamp house had purchased a boat. On the next trip, he requested to come. He wanted to conquer his fear of boats.

Little did he know, but on this trip he would meet another member of royalty.

One bumpy, long ride later, they were there. In Finns bag, he felt them getting on. And there he was. He was allowed out the bag, and he devoured half of Finns pastry.

Then he saw someone he had never met before. On the other side of the table.

It was King Polar Bear.


Of course he didn't know this. And he also didn't speak Poleish. He looked at Finn, and pointed to Polar Bear. "Hwhosh thish?"

Finn glanced around, then whispered "Squeewee, thats the King of the Polar Bears. Well, it's pronounced 'KING! of, the Polar Bears."

"KINGSH! Of theh polarh bearsh." Squeewee said, bending his knees a little.

"Nnnh-nnnh. nnh nnnh nh nnnnnh?"

Jayke translated. "He says 'thank-you. And who are you?"

"Princsh of shqueebrewsh, honorarhy reshipiyent ofh theeh tea-mashtersh awardh."


Then the engine kicked up, and we pulled out of the dock. Squeewee was in the cabin, rolling around a bit. "Hehhhhshhheee..."

However, when the anchor was dropped in the evening and they came to a rest, he joined in the meal, and realized that he was in real peril.

He was too small to use the loo.

What followed was a complicated maneuver involving rope, sidelines, and Squeewee dangling off the side of the boat.

Suffice to say, he conquered his fear of heights and boats.

What then followed was Squeewee becoming a passionate (though reluctant) sailor. He was still tiny.

And over time, he gained a stunning friendship with Polar Bear. Life became happier.

Chapter 2 begins.

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