Wednesday, December 1, 2010


“Could you PLEASE move out of my way?” questioned Maddy in a stern voice.
“Why?” asked the cheeky little kid sitting on the beam in front of Maddy.
“Because,” whispered Maddy through gritted teeth, “I’m in a race and thanks to you I’m now losing.”
“All right, then.” He jumped off and ran away.

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