Yesterday, when I got back the 1st time, there was a fat lady with a skinny head in front, fluffy dyed hair. She was tilting her head sarcastically because I don't think I should tell people I missed "Supercalifragilisticexpalidocious." You know, every time. I could hear it loud and clear from the stalls. It had just ended, so I saw them lined up. I was annoyed because there's no way I could sit there and not have an insulting thought come to my mind hit hard. It's just what happens. I really don't want to do that, remember??? So, she tilted her head and made me think of my mom's nose being stupidly smooth like a slide like a triangle! Oh no, that's not okay. I be that thought is floating above her head. And then, her neck popped and I think it still freaks my mom out. I felt my mom doing something with her nose, too, and I'm not sure what happened now. It doesn't seem okay, to me. The problem is she's so sorry for other people and thinks you should make a big deal out of stuff like this, when it's not really what you're supposed to pay attention to. I don't want to say this every time much less have to remember nor that I will. I won't. I mean, that's that. You won't say it every time you list what plays or musicals you've seen.
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