Hello, my children. I am alive, homeless, but alas, that did not kill me. I wish to continue my stories and read more b o o k s. Missed this not gonna lie.
So I was going to the bathroom, then the child walks in. He's crying he's like 'mom hurt myself' and then sits on my lap. Like I'm trying to take a shit boy.
Bitch, I'm getting excited now. My book idea might just work out, cause I'm doing more on that more than my math class last quarter. That's a lot, somewhat.
I would ask y'all to check out my book, but I know you don't want to. (It's hetero.)
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