Day 148: I Am Found
"What is this group thing?". Few, *sigh* I lost myself for a minute there. That rascally weasel stole me in the wrong direction and said it was all good. I did say I was in disbelief, but it was better than the event I could endure, again. "And what are you going to talk about today?" And like she knew I wouldn't dare say it I pushed it threw my gritted teeth as I wrang that darn snot filled tissue, "......Madalin Ashton." She would give me evil stares as the others wriggle their worms out, there, in a screaming frenzy. And then I turn my chair in disgrace.
Keep It Here, The Face Is Safe.
Keep It Here, The Face Is Safe.
posted by A Twig-Like Hermit at 2:02 pm
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