You know how when you fall down the stairs and it hurts? Well, I accidentally did that Sunday night and it hurted like there was no tomorrow. Seriously, picture me screaming bloody murder, tears everywhere, crouched and the bottom of the stairs. It kind of broke me a little bit. I’m healing, but you shouldn’t touch me, because there are bruises ev-ry-whe-re. Stairs are evil. That’s why I want slides in my future house. Slides to get down and elevators to get up. Preferably those cool, little chair elevators that old people get to use. I gotta go pack now, but I’ll be back. At 9 o’clock-ish. Uhuuh....
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