Confessions
That red stain was not my
fault. I didn't eat the last of the potato chips. No, I would never
agree to drive my bike across those planks. The fish was already
dead. The grasshopper already didn't have legs. No I didn't kiss her
like that. The coffee pot came that way, in the box. The floor really
was that slippery. God told me to do it. My cell phone ran out of
batteries. I tried to look it up on webmd. I'm really not sure. The
bathroom was too far away. So were the napkins.
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