So i'm in the kitchen and my mom asks me if i want to eat. So i keep going and i grab a plate. So, I turn back around and my mom's gone. BUT, she is on the floor, fly-swatter in hand. Right next to her, a dead fly.
Reminded me of one of those chosen ones from Wanted.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
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