Theodora always found mealtimes to be some of the most stressful in the house. Honestly, she didn't understand why they couldn't just do what she asked, it wasn't like she was starving them. She stared at Uno, the girl seemed to want to be the most annoying, impudent thing to ever exist. Tres...
Theodora slapped her laptop closed and rubbed her eyes. Her glasses sat on the ridge of her nose and felt heavy. Editing was probably the hardest part, but she couldn't have an unedited blog on her website, she'd be finished. The inner Grammar Nazi continued to look over her work even with the...
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