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when no can be a yes
she feels overwhelmed by the demands and feelings of others and doesn’t know how to say no “Whenever we feel bad when saying no to someone, we unknowingly doubt that life has a greater plan in store for them. Allow any response of ‘no’ to convey the same loving openness as yes, so all who…
don't let the frilly dress fool you
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