Impious since 2006
Jan 7, 2011
Time to Feed the Birdies
She rolls down lane 16 of the Wal-Mart in her borrowed scooter.
She knows she's not disabled, she's just "taking a break."
She sighs, and grabs the bird food. "At least someone will be happy," she repeats to herself.
But how will she reach the feeder?
Friday, January 07, 2011
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