Rilla: Mommy, do you know where any chalk is?
Me: Afraid not. It was all taken outside, remember.
Rilla: (looks crestfallen)
Me: I know where some fake money is, though.
Rilla, gasping: PERFECT!
“He felt he had no choice but to side with the pencils.”
I Think I’ve Found a Kindred Spirit
Spinning around again
Random Acts of Espionage?
Book-Banning, Beanie & Rose Style
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