you 'd know ; she 'd be just a little more shallow , a shade sillier . it was at the end of a narrow mile of gravel marked private road . with all my heart , i wished he 'd come because he needed me , not my gift . had she pulled as hard as she could ? it was different kissing cooper the first time when i thought it was a dream . i walked up to her and tapped her on the shoulder . there are ten indians in this picture , can you find them all ? ' 