You don't like me,
You just tolerate me.
But when I scratch your back,
Your sand paper tongue tells me you like that.
Meowskateh. I love you.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
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A young girl who cannot make up her mind in what it is she loves to do, writes about her adventures. Talented and skillful, she embarks on her journeys, but soon enough realizes that she doesn't really want to go, so she finds her way back to the start only to find another path she longed to jog.