This one is short but sweet.
I'm a klutz. I have no balance. I'm not graceful. I, at any given time, have at least 2-3 bruises from running into things. It's not a new thing, and it's not going away. It is what it is. It just is.
When I was like 10-13, I was at the Atlantic City Airport, preparing to fly to Florida or something. I was walking along with me mum and grandmother and pulling along me suitcase. And I ran into a cement pole. Smacked right on into it.
Walking is hard.
Coming soon: Vignette Three, Spiders on a String
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