Mom told me to sit still and “don’t ruin your nice clothes.” Mean clothes is more like it; they make me itch.
I squirm. Play with my fingers. Chew on a strand of my hair. Tap my toes on the floor. I notice a tiny thread on my tights—I pull.
Oh no.
Mom told me to sit still and “don’t ruin your nice clothes.” Mean clothes is more like it; they make me itch.
I squirm. Play with my fingers. Chew on a strand of my hair. Tap my toes on the floor. I notice a tiny thread on my tights—I pull.
Oh no.
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