‘Where is it’? Whispered Sally. ‘I told you, its in my car’ Matthew said as he pointed towards a toy car on the floor next to an unused jam jar.
'But which car? You have so many’. ‘I told you its … ‘she takes a deep breath. ‘I don’t know what the hell is going on here but I know it can’t be healthy’ muttered Sally as she smelt her left armpit in hope of inspiration or resentment . ‘I think that the proof is in the second pudding’.
She reached for the Rum, and as the music was building to a crescendo she finally grab it in one last scoop. ‘That’s it’ Sally shouted ‘the answers have been in front of me this whole time...ITS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW’. She laughed, not really knowing what or perhaps whom she was laughing at. Once again the music built and built, slow at first and then extremely fast, much like someone off of the Biggest Loser climbing up 1000 stairs and reaching the top. ‘SUCCESS, I MADE IT!!’ The music faded and she realised what it had all been about. Sally was one of a kind, or at least she wasn’t aware of any twin’s sisters!
Are short people abbreviated in life? Is that why some of them have funny hands, that aren’t properly developed? For a brief moment Sally is filled with the acknowledgement and acceptance, that she has longed for ever since she stopped growing at aged 12.
Some of them don't understand grammer either! It's a problem that google image is trying to deal with.
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