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.
Somehow, despite how impossible it seems (to me, a person who has neither
aged nor matured a day), that it’s been almost *twenty* years since I first
tol...
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