lars his father a carriage maker in norway. only in america could a kid's game player make a career of it. i still can't understand the value of spectator sports.
i didn't sleep having overextended. i enjoyed dancing around the house and i didn't feel pain only restless.
t'm feeling so tired and depressed. i was feeling so tired i was nauseous. i drank some 04 and felt better. i went dollar store for mouthwash and flip clerk asked me if i wanted 25 cent clearance i found 8. on to seniors 9;35 car #2. i hid inside rainbow book. i wouldn't have survived my family without vacationing in books. books gave me distance from the soul shriveling hatred and fear. and because my spirit shrank from their vitriol i became a target of scorn perceived and labeled as weak. the strongest child is traditionally singled out for the best chance of family survival. the scapegoat to sacrifice and blame. i survived my soul bloodied and scarred for other predators to hunt. the animal instinct still survives in all of us. not acting as a predator makes us human. otherwise we're still animals.
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