I had to run off and do an errand with Dad. Turns out a friend of his has his place renovated and didn't want these new porcelain that the government wanted to give him.
I carried most of them back, mostly, coz I don't want the old man to throw out his back, and also because when I talked, my voice would echo around in the deep recesses of the bowl.
It tickles me a bit. Yea. I'm twelve.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
My new porcelain
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