Glenda scolded me. She was as upset at me for feeling ugly as one would be at their little five-year-old child for hitting in class. Like the idea of me being average was unheard of. It was... sweet. Glenda, my Beauty, this is why I love you
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whatever happened to your grandma? is she still alive? you know, somehow grandparents always tend to think one is to thin...mine would feed me sugar with powder milk...
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