Yesterday I was at the Dollar Store (because in Cal City, that's the closest thing we have to an actual grocery store) and I saw the cutest little girl. She couldn't have been more than seven, tiny little thing, beautiful green/hazel eyes and a pissed off scowl on her face. Also, she was wearing a football uniform that looked as if it had just been beaten into the grass for a few hours. I smiled and she looked at me like fuck you old man.
I wanted to steal her and keep her forever.
I posted a story yesterday. The next part is already in the works (as is the part after that) so simmer down.
I have to go make The Gorgeous Blonde waffles.
Touch someone inappropriately today.
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