Tuesday, February 2, 2010

I'm illiterate.

She loaned me her copy of "The Phantom Tollbooth," because somehow I missed out on a childhood.
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She carried my new chair on her head. All the way from Goodwill to my house. The whole time.
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I do things for her that her mom would do, like pick hairs from inside her eyes.
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She grows hair from inside her eyes.
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