IT'S TACO TIME KIDS
I rip out page after page of misspelled words and eraser marks- Compulsive habit. A broken artist doesn't leave a trace of how they really feel inside, or their imperfections. We're all transparent. Nothing is ever good enough.
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Taking my niece and nephew to the shop.
Sarah (6 year old):
I swear if there's traffic I'm gonna kill myself.