"The tragically ludicrous, the ludicrously tragic."
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Babysitting Ruth?
She could already smell the kid from the front door, like wet cabbage. Oh great, Heather thought, nobody told meit was going to be one those babysitting gigs.
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