Gingersnaps, Stairs

Here is what I do when I am a little sad: Eat a lot of gingersnaps, run three miles, drink a glass of milk, wear socks, brush my teeth two times, think about reading the Everlasting Story of Nory, order stamps online, bite my nails, worry that I will tumble down my stairs because they are slippery and I'm wearing socks, check to see if the mail has come, look out of windows, wear the hood on my sweater up.


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