Rumor has it:
It is wrong to want a lot of things, material things? I want a house; I never really had one to call my own. I want a giant backyard, filled with toys for my children to play with. A swingset, a sandbox, a small garden they help me with, a pool. I want a wrap around porch, where I can sit with my love, and grow old together on. I want a fireplace, a mantel and all so I can hang stockings when it is Christmas time. I want a staircase, so I can watch my little girl walk down it when she goes to prom. I want a backyard patio, where in the Summer we grill and spend the summers outside. I want a small balcony out of my master bedroom, so that I can look out at the moon on Summer nights. I want a giant tree in the backyard.
I want a set of twin boys, and a little girl named Kylynn. I want to marry Steven. I want Roscoe to live forever. I want my turtle to live forever.
There is so much more.
But, I feel like I am asking a lot...
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