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The door slammed. Again. And very loudly at that. She leaned back in her seat and brushed the palms of her hands down the front of her red skirt. Her earrings jingled in her ears. She yawned and pulled the sleeves of her sweater up. She wanted to take her UGG boots off and sit in her socks. She wanted to be done with this silly test and go and read C.S.Lewis’ The Screwtape letters. But she was distracted. She shook her head. And studied the question. Then she chose her answer. She got it right.
Her heart felt hilarious. She liked passing that test. And walking out of the DMV office with a driver’s permit. It felt good. And it made her laugh.
NOW SHE COULD GO AND LEARN TO DRIVE. (And read her sister’s copy of The Screwtape Letters.)
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Today she had muffins for breakfast. While wearing black tights and her Daddy’s socks and a white flower on a headband in her hair. She felt good. Happy. Her heart still felt hilarious. She was itching to go and try to learn to drive. But she slowed herself down. She read a little.
“My dear Wormwood, So! Your man is in love—and in the worst kind he could have possibly fallen into…” -The Screwtape Letters
Took time to pray on her knees. Learned to pronounce tête-à-tête & cœur properly. Wrote in an adorable story about 2 boys in love with 1 girl. Played with her hair. Laughed. And looked at The Orange Tree (←click it).
But she still wanted to go driving. But she could wait. Patience is admired in young women–at least that’s what they say. So she would work on her patience. And practice her driving in her head. And everything would be fine.
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Love.from
-Bella
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