“Shut down the gospel singers and
Turn up the old heartbreakers
I’m dying to tell you that I’m dying here.
Throw up the sickly joy and I’ll… 392 more words
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I ruined my favorite Look Like an Adult blouse reaching across the barbacoa nachos to wrest the steak knife from Kiddo’s vice-like grip. Her little face scrunched inward immediately, having lost the forbidden utensil, she screeched like a Spielberg velociraptor until I shoved a guacamole-covered tortilla chip in her craw as a replacement. 1,044 more words