when it comes down to it, i am really just a big seven- or eight-year-old. this is both symbiotic with and detrimental to my adult life. somehow i deal. that's all for now.
oh yes, i meet plenty of those at the bookstore. i like to think that my seven-year-old-ness leaves me more able to be creative and lighthearted than those adults stuck in the terrible twos...
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