June 4, 2008 at 11:47 pm (Not dream, Random picture) (Blur, Inheritance, Mom)
One morning, my mom and I were at the wet market. She was walking like a grumpy goose and when I looked down I understood why:
So now you know why I tend to lock myself out of the room? I inherited from her.
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