So, the madre is telling me to be in bed in precisely eight minutes and my room seems to have suffered a heavy blow from a tornado, so alas… you know what’s coming. You imaginary people reading this better prepare yourselves! I am not going to write my whole 500 words tonight. I’m so sorry. I know you are very disappointed, but it cannot be helped. Goodnight!
Monday, March 11, 2013
Prepare yourselves imaginary readers of mine...
So, the madre is telling me to be in bed in precisely eight minutes and my room seems to have suffered a heavy blow from a tornado, so alas… you know what’s coming. You imaginary people reading this better prepare yourselves! I am not going to write my whole 500 words tonight. I’m so sorry. I know you are very disappointed, but it cannot be helped. Goodnight!
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