I eagerly await 1pm when she'll have ridden her bike here. She has to scrounge together her pennies, for a tube of paint I recommended. I wonder if she's bought it yet.
Oh, I won't be painting, because I'll be medicated. Oh well. I just want to see the boy happy. Dad was a boy scout leader. He loved his boys. He loved me too, in a flash of eye contact.
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