When I was young...
The sun's rays beat down on my heavy down coat, but the
trouble to take it off couldn't be made. Screeching to a jolting stop, the
submarine yellow school bus opened it's doors with a sucking noise,
similar to a straw. Shoving to the front, it was difficult not to whip
other kids with my fifty-ton backpack I transported around like a
pack mule. At last I exited the transport and
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her 'kitty string' ,'Krazy Kitty Karats' and 'Gourmet
Fish Tarts'. I don't think she'll want to leave. I'll just have to convince
her I can spoil her even better.
I think I made the right choice, sending her to Seattle instead of
forcing her into quarantine. I know she would never be the same after
an ordeal like that. Sometimes the action that hurts the most is the
action that ends up for the best.