Departure.
Part I
Some kid tripped over my leg while he was running around the grouping of plastic chairs that I find unbearable. I was reading and she was with me sleeping with her head on my shoulder.
“Sorry kid, sometimes you have to look around the bend.” He just got up and ran to his parents. Fucking kids ( Read more... )
Some kid tripped over my leg while he was running around the grouping of plastic chairs that I find unbearable. I was reading and she was with me sleeping with her head on my shoulder.
“Sorry kid, sometimes you have to look around the bend.” He just got up and ran to his parents. Fucking kids ( Read more... )
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