Sixth grade math was nothing but lies!
That’s not completely true. I sometimes remember it when the battery’s dead.
Then he said “Help! Help me! Why aren’t you helping me!” Then he gurgled and splashed for a while. Then you walked up to me and asked “How’s it going?”
OH GOD I MADE A TYPO!
It’s very rude.
I knew I did not know how to quilt. I did not know I could not draw them.
Also my body and much of my brain.
Look, could you please get me down from this quadrangle?