Especially since I, as an unrepentant sinner and general scalawag, might offend her sensibilities as a teacher in a Christian school with the myriad of questionable subjects upon which I write and the vulgar language I use.
Then again, like the farmer with a stalk of volunteer corn in his soybean field, she had to have an idea that I was bound to be no good.
Forgive me Miss Suttill... I know not what I do.
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Did you really cross your eyes like that? Or is it Photoshop?
I seriously crossed my eyes like that. Miss Suttil told me recently that up to that point, she thought I was a sweet, quiet kid.
Funny! The little blond girl second fron the left, top row looks like she's laughing hard!
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