When there is the lunchtime talk that makes you scribble/think;
when you return from said talk to find a random cat,
curled beneath your window;
when the piano baby bounds into your house with the book she took from the library, and without having even read it word for word, tells you all of her favorite things, further demonstrating that you and she are of the kindred-spirit kind.
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