He was a kid. A towhead. Pale skin, with more freckles than a spilled pepper shaker. I could tell he was lost by the way he was anxiously sucking on his fingers. I could relate, I was a lifelong thumbsucker. Thumb sucking was a childhood habit that screwed up the growth of my two front…


It wasn’t raining yet this morning, but my eyes were wet. I once had yellow hair, too. Not blonde. Yellow. There is a difference.

I was mostly sick yesterday. I was generally absent from here. Today, I function. My stomach is still sketchy, but things are better. This helped.

Time to make the bed, eh?

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