Grandma, an observer, murmured the spell.
Melinda, on stage; grinned, “chrysanthemum, c.h.r.y.s.a.n.t.h.e.m.u.m.“
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Grandma, an observer, murmured the spell.
Melinda, on stage; grinned, “chrysanthemum, c.h.r.y.s.a.n.t.h.e.m.u.m.“
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Chrysanthemum is the one that brought me down in the sixth grade bee.
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But this time you won the b-r-o-n-z-e!
(btw…every time I visit your blog these past week’s I jump out of my skin a bit…your leering banner always catches me off guard!)
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Oooh! Good one!
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So am I right to assume Melinda won the bee? I suppose all’s fair in spelling and war 😉
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