Evelyn: I wish there was a microphone up in the sky, because sometimes you cry when someone dies and if there was a microphone up there, you'd still be able to talk to them and wouldn't be as sad.
Me: That's a lovely thought Evelyn.
Evelyn: If I had a wish I'd make that my wish.
Me: You're such a lovely person, Evelyn.
Evelyn: Yes and I was your wish wasn't I.
Me: You were. You were my wish every night before I went to bed.
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