There is something about blowing bubbles and eating cherries that remind me of summer
It makes me happy. =]
And Napoleon tried to eat the bubbles.
Yesterday a 16 year old girl came to my apartment asking to use my phone to call the police. Her aunt had been beating on her, and she had ran away. It seems like people always come to our apartment to ask for help.
I am glad I was here.
And I hope this is not taken the wrong way,
But I want out of Chowchilla.
No, more like out of this current apartment. Our neighbors are just scary and creepy.
I want to go live in those HUGE houses where there backyards are connected to a lake.
Yes.
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