It wasn't until after I lit the match and Doubt Slime slid off my head and slithered away that I realized I had possibly misunderstand my friend. Maybe what she meant was my drawings were something she desired. They weren't bad at all; they were good, so I ran as fast as I could back to the fire pit behind the outhouse and stomped out the flames with my bare feet.
Welcome to Western North Carolina...Trout Central!
14 years ago
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