4.15.11
The Numgat this morning wouldn't let me leave for work, protesting my departure with a sit-in, or, rather, a sit-on, leaning on my knelt knee with her back to me and her arms out ready to stop me from rising.
I could still hear her crying outside from the sidewalk in front of our house.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
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