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thewindupbirdchronicles 路 46-50, M
Ok, it might seem strange, but the one that stands out strongest in my memory. The day I was helping my father remove our walkway from boring concrete slabs to where he spent hours trying to deal with drainage issues around the house, while replacing with interlocking brick. I remember him measuring the sand beneath those bricks, seeing water would be drained away while what they wanted was a more pretty walkway. I lost my toenail that day. I remember the incident. My father asking me to remove my shoe; that's when the pain se in, when I saw. The large concrete block caught my toe. It was a summer after, I don't entirely remember, feeling folly around friends for having to compensate for my broken toenail.
I used to love at the bus stop, knowing my siblings before had to deal with my dog dragging the cement brick to be with them, I didn't deal with this (as she was becoming weaker, I didn't understand then), and then playing skip rope waiting for the bus.
There's too many. 馃憤
I used to love at the bus stop, knowing my siblings before had to deal with my dog dragging the cement brick to be with them, I didn't deal with this (as she was becoming weaker, I didn't understand then), and then playing skip rope waiting for the bus.
There's too many. 馃憤