The day Kirima and I found the church, I had a really bad cold. My cold was the kind that's embarrassing because your nose is so stuffed up that your voice sounds weird and your whole face feels hot. Being an eighth-grader in general was the equivalent of that kind of cold, I guess, so actually having one on top of that is just kind of ridiculous and brutal. Vulnerability tastes bad, like someone forcing you to eat canned soup.Kirima...
Thursday, September 17, 2009
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