28. June. 2007.
Me and Michelle aren't friends anymore. She says that she's still my sister but whatever. What does that have to do with anything? Summer is here but I don't really have anything planned.
I think I'm Nightcrawler. Go on. Test me. Give me a specific location in this house, right now, and I'll draw you an exact replica of the view wherever you'd be sitting. I know that's not exactly what Nightcrawler does, but it's half the battle. Now go on. I've been practicing. Come on, I can really do it.
I wouldn't have told you if I was lying, now would I?
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In the Days of Chapstick, Gum, and Soda
HumorI might write a book. I don't know. Life happens to get in the way of that sometimes. * * * * * Inspired by @Woowoowriting and her books: The Darlings of Suburbia and Seeking Connections. * * * * * Short Story #319 Hu...
