today

[vscudi]

Outside my world children scream with unreasonable happiness and cry with abandon. The rolls have swelled to ten. Where were these children when I tried to raise a solitary child in this neighborhood? Once again I have been proven to be out of sync and in the right place at the wrong time. The sound of a circular saw overrides the sounds of the

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[ar_wahan]

I like the hot dog bun of July metaphor.

I, too, raised a single child in a part of town where there were no other children! Now there are quite a few.