Monday, April 13, 2009
Story Beginning
I knew what I was doing wasn’t right, but I was flinging the lotion all over the stairs by then, and there is really no going back at that point. The phones were already ruined with baking soda, and most of door handles were dripping with honey. It was Christmas Eve, I was 5 years old, and just a tad on the passive aggressive side.
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Other than your passive aggressive comment I like it. It's playful and descriptive. Maybe if I read more of the story I would like the passive aggressive tacked on.
hahahahaha. i think the passive aggressive comment is hilarious. oh my heck boog.
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