Is it my Saturday again? But I’m still not ready! “Why, oh why, did I tell people that I was going to write a short story?!”, I wailed to the mirror on Tuesday morning, knowing that I was about to have the week from hell, in a month that’s been comprised of them. 856 more words
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This interminable tea party is terribly boring.
We’ve moved round this table for years.
I’m not asleep, I’m listening and snoring.
I have excellent ears. 166 more words