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I Overuse the Three Little Words

And I’ll continue to do so

When I was a kid, I thought love was a bad word. That, along with ‘stupid’ and ‘yucky.’ I remember the day my little sister, only two years old at the time, proclaimed that I was yucky.

That didn’t go over well.

Neither did the time I was trying to find out how many words I could rhyme with the word chicken. Oops.



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