Life is a salad. I don't remember what we called
the table. When does a hatred of rainbows become
pathological?
Ms. Kasper became some married woman I had wanted to be a Barbie/Ken
match-up with that terrible Mr. Vermass. I used to draw. All the kid's
mom's had the hots for him. He hula hooped. Got a red face
from my marker. Maybe
it misremembers me.
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