Through some sort of horrible misfortune or injustice, she had a bad case of psoriasis or some other unpleasant looking scabby skin rash all over her face, so I was nice to her. But in time I came to find her quite annoying. She was sticky, and once she'd found you, she wouldn't let you out of her sight. She whined a lot. She called me Anna, and at first I tried to correct her but after about four months I gave up. She just couldn't get it right so I started answering to the name because it was easier. In time, I found that this dual name provided an easy out on days when I didn't have the patience to deal with her.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
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