Apr 23, 2014
2:28:05pm
2:28:05pm
I pass two Middle Schoolers on the way to the train, every day, for over a year
We usually say hi and exchange plesentries about sports, weather, and their skate boards. One day the short chubby one asks me my name. I tell him. The I cordially ask for his. Tyler. And then I ask what "his name is" loud enough for the other to hear.
"Oh, she a girl. And her name is Sam."
oops.
"Oh, she a girl. And her name is Sam."
oops.
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