I'd been winded. It seemed to throw me into a state of confusion. As I gasped for air I felt disoriented; dizzy. I staggered around. I felt weak. I didn't know how or where I would find the strength to continue. There was no more "fight" left in me.
Slowly, I straightened up and raised my head. My arms hung limp at my sides. I looked directly into his eyes. As he stared back at me, I knew there was only one thing left I could do. My survival depended on it.
"Mr Man, I'm going to have to go to Morrison's; we've run out of Shreddies" I whispered through my tears.
"Alright, settle down"
Friday, July 04, 2008
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