Charlie made up a game. He started with a "ninja star" that could be flung around. Obviously it was plastic. He wanted a string tied to it to use as a grappling hook. Later, he tied it to me and hurled me around with it, as I had elastic strings on my sweatshirt. He had a very good time.
He is attached to me and I am tied to him. It is a pleasant bond, one I don't wish to break, no matter how delicate.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
tied to me
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