My people left for the day and I'm so depressed I can't even eat my cookie.
I'm just going to lie here on mom's pajamas and sulk until she gets home.
But if she's late, I'm going to puke on the oriental rug, I swear.
I'm just going to lie here on mom's pajamas and sulk until she gets home.
But if she's late, I'm going to puke on the oriental rug, I swear.
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Sweet the coming on
Of grateful evening mild; then silent night
With this her solemn bird and this fair moon,
And these the gems of heaven, her starry train.
--John Milton
