Saturday, April 2, 2011
I started teaching my mom English about a month or so ago. Rereading books I'd read as a kid has made me realize how subtly bizarre the stories actually are . . .
PS. to all the Canadians out there:
Oh man. I could totally go for some poutine right now.
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