Room 22 opinions, general musings, wonderings about anything and everything around us!
Saturday, 18 December 2010
I cried as the girl pulled me out my home.
When she pulled me out she was holding
on to my shoulders like I was a thin pencil.
She sat on my lap just like that and she
didn't even ask me.Besides the girl
didn't need to sit on my lap because
she wasn't a baby.
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