It’s all coming back to me

“Reminds me of our first Indigo travel.” “What Indigo?” “Indigo – Flight – Plane – AEROPLANE……jjjjzjzjzzjzzz,” annoyed, she made the plane action like how she would explain it to her toddler son. Her sharp stare made him realize the mistake he had just made. After all he could have pretended that he remembered some Indigo.…

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