Monday, August 15, 2005
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
I didn't get scared until
right before I went into the haunted house, when my mom said "remember, it's not real." Something about her saying that freaked me out, and so I walked close behind the big kid in front of me the whole way, holding onto a wrinkle in his shirt so gently that he never knew I was there.
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