Aug 3, 2010

Posted by celiapleete in school days | Comments

The Hunted Child.

His mother and father would not play with him.

No one wanted to play with him.

He wet the bed.

He wet his pants.

There were boogers in his hair.

He talked a lot about uncomfortable things.

There was a reason why his father and mother kept him a home prisoner.

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