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September 02, 2002-10:48 a.m. The boy is in the other room watching cartoons or something on television.
Doesn�t he look sweet and unassuming? Don�t be fooled. The boy�s akin to a shark that has to keep moving in order to stay alive, in that he seems to have to keep talking in order to prove he�s alive. My ears have been reduced to nubs of their former selves. He is also possessed of two hollow legs and an affinity for destruction that would shame a tornado. His mother should be rescuing me later this afternoon. Hopefully, I�ll be able to put my house back in some semblance of order before I have to return to work tomorrow. **Disclaimer: All characters in this diary are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, real or imagined, is purely coincidental and unintentional.** |
