Except for the running naked through
the forest, there's not a lot I miss.
-Brian Andreas
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Saturday, April 26, 2008
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2 comments:
You were not a naked kid. Not unless you were a sneaky naked kid.
You were my foraging child. The one that would come home covered in scratches, blueberry stained lips carrying a bowl of flowers, which by the way I wouldn't eat but you did.
I trusted your good judgment then and I trust your good judgment today.
I was a sneaky naked kid ; )welllll more or less just running around in my undies. that counts doesn't it?
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