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posted : October 9, 2010
I hate visitors. I hate to go down and show my face. But now, I have to. The moment before I take the flight of steps down seems like I'm entering the exam hall. The knot in my stomach. The smile I have to wear to appear all so cheery and happy. Just sucks. Save me.
Plus, I like children. But not kids, toddlers. Hate them. |