THERESA's Life Story.

n in the kitchen for over an hour, I wonder what she's cooking. I sat down on the couch, with my e

ing Jerome of course. She's gigglin

if I hadn't made that polite request, I would have ended up being ignored. My sister's fanaticism a

s" I w

was time for me to conce

want?" I

. I turned to ask my sister if she'd want me to add any other thing to my list, shortly, my mom walked in with plates of fried rice on her two hands interrupting me. She passed the

mom," w

hat I hand over my lis

ke to leave for sc

love Fridays. it's m

ednesday, and Thursday to spend with us?"

mom, my sister, and my school life. I don't remember being discordant with Richard, I wonder why he hasn't ca

's been

with work. My orgy vis-a-vis this work is something else. How have

d meet. I'll be leaving for sc

back on hearing my d

lt the pain in his voice, I know how much I mean to him,

hen. Take care"

ome so we'd be seeing frequently. Richard Dawkins is that guy who never hides his feelings, he has been my childhood friend since we moved into Texas. He made his feelings known to me on my eighteenth birthday, I was shocked to hear

aid, bringing m

ish. Take me shopping and sightseeing

some money. My dad has a soft spot for his last seed, Nicole has always been the apple of hi

h a pinky swear, my sister still

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on, my dad is. Woe to my sister if she had gone in when he's mad at someone. I brought out a table of water to drink so I'd catch my breath. I waited fo

uck?"

cheque to my

ed and warned that I stop. She has alw

omorrow," I said, as

water into the refrigerator a