What (Fisher) Price Bad Memories?
Yesterday evening, I got laughed at by a man in the street because I was talking to a cat. It made me sad. Mostly because it reminded me of the time when I was little when two teenaged girls laughed at me for taking my telephone for a walk. That may need some explanation. When … Continue reading What (Fisher) Price Bad Memories?
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