There are a lot of dirt roads in the country. The have holes and bumps and rocks. One time I wasn’t paying attention ‘cause I was looking at my reflection in the window and making faces. And the bus went over a really big bump and I bit my tongue. It hurt really bad. I almost started to cry and a lady sitting across from me asked me what was wrong. Only I couldn’t answer too good ‘cause my tongue hurt. She asked if I was special. I said “I geff so”. She gave me a dollar and told me I was brave. When I got into town I bought an ice cream with the dollar and that made my tongue feel better. She was a nice lady.
A place to store the things I write. The posts are listed from oldest to newest in the archive list, that is really the best way to read them. For now everything here is fiction.
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