First, the physical: I went to a town called Bridgeport (or something like that) today. The drive was horrible; I have motion-sickness issues, and the winding, up-and-down country roads don't agree with my stomach. Even though I took Gravol, I still felt a little queasy.
In Bridgeport, I found a neat shop called The Knight Store (or something like that). It had a really cool collection of toy swords/daggers. Since I'm too physically weak to wield a sword, I chose a dagger as my souvenir from the trip.
My mother thinks I'm strange.
( As for the metaphorical stab... )
In Bridgeport, I found a neat shop called The Knight Store (or something like that). It had a really cool collection of toy swords/daggers. Since I'm too physically weak to wield a sword, I chose a dagger as my souvenir from the trip.
My mother thinks I'm strange.
( As for the metaphorical stab... )
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