It's not black. It's not white. It just is...
Saturday, August 31, 2002
The kid's job today was to clean his room. I told him this around 10am. His task has not been completed. Why, 12 hours later, is his room not clean?
And I quote:
"It's not my fault my room's not clean.
Everything I touched made me play with it."
I don't think there's more to say about that...
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