Amelia was helping me sort some laundry in my closet and she took a liking to my pajama pants. She ran off with them (which is what she does when she finds something that she likes that doesn't belong to her) and flipped them over her head. She was walking around and tripping over them, so I crossed the legs and tied them behind her, and she walked around like that for about an hour. That is because she is crazy. And that is why she is sitting in a laundry basket.
One of my most exasperating traits — or, perhaps one that makes me ideally
suited for this space I invented, coincidentally, to suit my collection of
tra...
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