Daily Story
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“Why do we do this to ourselves?” Tamara asked as she watched her friend chop off her hair and dye it blue. Her parents would freak when they found out, but Knives didn't seem to care.
It was stupid, it was obvious that the boy didn't like her, and she was going so far overboard to pretend like she wasn't hurting inside.
It was obvious. Knives never before expressed interest in hair color, or the Sex Bob-Omb's only groupie. She wasn't really into having short hair, or wearing jeans.
It was pathetic to watch, but Tamara knew she'd done the same thing, as had all the women before her, as would all the women after her.
354
“Are you sure this is the right place?” Mary asked looking around the tiny wooden shack. She couldn't believe she was supposed to have a baby here, of all places.
“It's all they have, Mary. I'm sorry.” It still didn't feel right, to have her baby here, with only her husband and the animals. This baby should have a nurse, or at least be born in a room in the inn.
“Joseph, they must have made some mistake. There has to be an open room.” Mary could feel her chest constricting, she wasn't ready for this. No one could truly be ready to give birth to the Christ child, yet here she was, and she didn't have a choice.
“Why do we do this to ourselves?” Tamara asked as she watched her friend chop off her hair and dye it blue. Her parents would freak when they found out, but Knives didn't seem to care.
It was stupid, it was obvious that the boy didn't like her, and she was going so far overboard to pretend like she wasn't hurting inside.
It was obvious. Knives never before expressed interest in hair color, or the Sex Bob-Omb's only groupie. She wasn't really into having short hair, or wearing jeans.
It was pathetic to watch, but Tamara knew she'd done the same thing, as had all the women before her, as would all the women after her.
354
“Are you sure this is the right place?” Mary asked looking around the tiny wooden shack. She couldn't believe she was supposed to have a baby here, of all places.
“It's all they have, Mary. I'm sorry.” It still didn't feel right, to have her baby here, with only her husband and the animals. This baby should have a nurse, or at least be born in a room in the inn.
“Joseph, they must have made some mistake. There has to be an open room.” Mary could feel her chest constricting, she wasn't ready for this. No one could truly be ready to give birth to the Christ child, yet here she was, and she didn't have a choice.