scrapping on my bicycle, looking at toys and doll house furniture with a young z. realize i have left my purse in the open with contents spilling out and lots of people around, concerned they will steal things. for some reason i must carry my bike down a fire escape ladder. it is rusted and falling off the building. i make it safely to the ground, but realize i have left things up at the top, and don't know how i will be able to climb back up. (much more)
-(everything she wants -george micheal)
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