Michelle, my belle.
Sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble,
tres bien ensemble.
Nineteen years ago, on my dad's day, he got his belle-Michelle. Like liquid sunshine, the loudest, blondest, best gift he (and I) could have been given.
Today is both their days, and I hope it was a good one.
Happy birthday dad and little sis.
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