i can't stop thinking about the snail with the broken shell. maybe it will live, by the grace of God. but now all i wish is that i hadn't smacked it into the air with the broom as i was sweeping the garage.. .
does it mean you're naive to think that something as insignificant as a snail makes you worry over it? or does that mean you have a caring heart the extends to even the tiniest creature?
i'll let you decide. take on the world, donna! one snail at a time!
i can't stop thinking about the way my sister is thinking about the snail. i didn't smack the snail with a broom. but i did tell my sister to sweep downstairs in the first place. so what does that make me?
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i'll let you decide. take on the world, donna! one snail at a time!
i had too much vanilla pepsi this weekend.
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