sweaty and feverish, and very much asleep, A swatted my hand away from his forehead.
DON'T TOUCH.
DON'T TOUCH ME.
GET OFF.
NOT UNTIL THE TRICK OR TREAT.
OKAY? NOT UNTIL THE TRICK OR TREAT.
Diary of a one-time relaxed classical-schooling parent in New York City... A is in 10th Grade for the 2007-08 school year and is no longer homeschooling as of this year. You are welcome to check out the archives or read my latest banter. Email maitresse AT gmail DOT com
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