I just got mad. Like someone else. Before Frankenweenie. Looking at clothes. And for some reason I thought of the number "2" in the reactions under my blog post... I felt I was shouting like air, like my dad was knocking me out, like I thought when he might had been driving, thinking of his mom, saying "Oh," reminds me of having a little hole in the middle of your lips.
It was about putting an outfit together someone made. (My mom's mom was a tailor and partly a nun.) She gave me a black dress with sequins I posted about that I don't ... wait a picture of me in sequins I don't have a picture of. Something on a minor social networking site. Pinterest..
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