Had I volunteered to cook when asking my date out to convince her to go out with me and/or impress her? I guess it doesn’t matter now…
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Had I volunteered to cook when asking my date out to convince her to go out with me and/or impress her? I guess it doesn’t matter now…
“Depending on the nature of his issues, I offer advice (if he wants it), ask him if he needs my help or just let him vent…”
There was a tense silence as I stared at him, struggling with uttering the words, “that’s bull”, which I had enough sense not to say to a teacher…
What the hell happened? Where did the time go? Who stole my babies?
During recess he punched me repeatedly in my trembling chest before making me hand him my lunch money…
I smiled, laughing with them as I received back pats and “High Fives” from the adults who cleared the way until I eventually flopped clumsily into a metal folding chair to catch my breath…