I pick a child to bring with me. it’s Sunday, and we need bread for the week. the market’s been gutted since the lot of them were born. I used to errand with my wife but it made her feel alone. we starved together for months before receiving notice we were no good at it. in that same notice was an invitation to attend a symposium on regulating orphanhood. we decided to go and at that to go arm-in-arm as a grandly private joke. we came home ready to be serious and went about choosing six, all sent from heaven, as we thought they’d been kicked out.
Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 3:19 PM UTC
I pick a child to bring with me. it’s Sunday, and we need bread for the week. the market’s been gutted since the lot of them were born. I used to errand with my wife but it made her feel alone. we starved together for months before receiving notice we were no good at it. in that same notice was an invitation to attend a symposium on regulating orphanhood. we decided to go and at that to go arm-in-arm as a grandly private joke. we came home ready to be serious and went about choosing six, all sent from heaven, as we thought they’d been kicked out.
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