Bekah is doing a page in her math book. We are waiting for her to finish so that we can eat lunch. Mom: Bekah, you were going great guns at first, but now you’re going at a snail’s pace.
When you go at a snail's pace, you are able to savor every little moment. I wish more of the world would go at a snail's pace, especially the part of the world that is on the highways and byways.
When you go at a snail's pace, you are able to savor every little moment. I wish more of the world would go at a snail's pace, especially the part of the world that is on the highways and byways.
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