"Don't talk during class," she said.
Mrs. Good hated not being the center of attention.
Andrew was a good friend. I wonder why nobody else talked to him.
Marshall said something to me, all I heard was a faint hum from her lips.
She threw like a boy.
Andrew told me that we should get out of there.
I told him no.
We didn't talk much after that.
The Berenstein Bears never told me how to deal with that.
Old rubber hit my face an hour after that.
Guess who threw the ball.
I'm glad I got detention that day. Andrew started talking to me by
The end of the day.
Mood: pensive
Music: Carry Me Ohio by Sun Kil Moon
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Grant, at least one other person sees your blog. Don't dispair. In fact, I have one of my own at sporkintherd.blogspot.com that you're welcome to check out if you like as well. Happy blogging. And I like the way you write.
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