wbevalan
I choose cheese. Not Shoes or Chores or Chinese. I choose Cheese. Not Chance or change or Challenges. I choose Cheese.
I like to think that I am like most other people however I want to be special. I don't want to be average I want to be the special one in the crowd
SHe had the shape to stop trafic litteraly stop traffic. When i first saw her she was standing on the street corner wearing a skirt that went up to her hips, The car in front me stopped to stare I didnt I hit the car in front and she stopped traffic
She pulled out her best charge card and smiled as she added the jewelry to it. She loved shopping and she never looked back. So what if she couldn't really afford it; this was the best thing that she did. She was good at it.
She looked once again at the pill bottle. Was she brave enough to take them? Or did it really take bravery? Maybe she was a chicken for even considering taking the pills. She remembered her grandmother and how proud she had been. She threw the pills away.
He hated his relatives. Well, not all of them but the older one's for sure. They were so judgmental. They looked down on him, he was sure. He didn't know why he let them get under his skin but they did. They had the ability to make him feel like a failure.
She never went down into the basement. There she said it. She was scared. Not for what she didn't know was down there but for what she knew was down there. Memories. And that was something that she could never face.
The day that he visited the funeral home seemed endless. He had awoke before the sun and was busy all day long, But not long enough to forget his loss.
SHe hated spiders. They looked so creepy. Some of them bite, though she didn't know which ones but just the same she hated them all. She slowly took off her shoe and raised it over her head, She was about to slam it down but suddenly the spider leaped into her face.
Summer is a great word. Especially in the dead of winter, the thought of summer can bring a smile to your face. remember the beach, the late night walks, the early morning bike rides. Summer is the best; it brings the best memories!
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