Frances is arriving! Mi madre y yo were sitting in the kitchen about to leave with mi hermana to go shoe shopping when all of a sudden the float in the pool flew up out of the water. We ran outside to start throwing the furniture in the pool, and it started to pour.
"What's that roaring?" I asked.
"The wind."
Mrs. Shwartz and Kirby were running
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it was fabulous
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crazy wind.
your face was running through my backyard.
i hate them too. they ruin our plans.
eat like a white person....
your dad is certainly a character.
i know. im quite sad too. and bored. why must plans always fall through? imma punch the hurricane. we need a crafty day. fo serious.
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Actually, the wind is quite sane (ish). How do I know? I got a degree in psychology and had a nice, long talk with it. It feels bad because no one seems to like it. Everyone blames things on it and the negativity is starting to eat away at its confidence.
It was? Ah! I'm sorry, my face has no control. When it hears the call of the wild....off yonder runneth it.
Hurricans ruin even more plans though.
Character? For some reason I just thought of Monopoly. If we were in Monopoly I'd buy the boardwalk and put a bunch of houses on it then make sure he lands on it and make him go to jail. And then he could be someone's girlfriend and write a song about his hard knock life and get super rich.
I'm bored too. Whilest you punch the hurricane I will ounch it. Fo rizzle.
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