Falling in love with a Dutchman (Rousse)

I was falling in love. The most attractive feature of the object of my affections was that he could cartwheel at will.

When I asked him if he could lift me, he took me in his arms and raised me in the air as if I weighed nothing at all.

I knew that TPR would also fall under the spell of this tall, young, mop-haired Dutchman.

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