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To live in fear of my society,
not knowing who could harm me
of course, not intentionally,
but because of the recklessness
of politicians who make decisions
and let me pay the price.
Tag: <span>Weakness</span>
I didn’t know there was something wrong with me until second grade. A girl in my class looked at my hands and told me I had sausage fingers.
My morning turned out great! An older man, sadly I can not call him a gentleman because he was all but gentle, called me. He had found my business number online, which he explained to me later. But first, he came straight to the point. With a hoarse voice, and without wasting any time on manners or nonsense like saying ‘Hello’ he told me he had a cigarette burn in his couch and he wanted me to come by and fix it.
Have you ever owned a rock, pet rock, or gem that is not jewelry?
Yes, I own a wolf. He too is a rescue, had been left behind in an empty office when I found the poor thing. Our dogs accepted him surprisingly well.