What bothered me the most was that I couldn't even reply to that. One thing was for sure though, She was out to make Sherman hers. She moved away slowly and smirked at me. Nothing has ever been so sickening than the look she gave me. What the hell was her problem?
Gripes with life start with something small, here was my day... yesterday. Pants. pants, something I wear on my legs and never think twice about. I went to grab some pants for the day. there was a pile I would grab pants from and in the pile was pants that fit, pants that didn't, and some I just didn't plain like. I only found two types. Deeper in the pile I went. quickly I got drowned in a sea of cloths. I found despair and insomniac-like thoughts. my day was ruined from the beginning.
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