Thursday, July 31, 2008
The writing about nothing continues. Does someone have a title?
Wendy sat down and stood again. She chewed the end of her soft red blonde pony tail. A disgusting habit her Mom was constantly scolding her for. "Chewing your hair like that. A big girl like you. I'll get it cut short if you don't stop. See if I don't." Wendy was proud of her hair. When it was...
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