I feel bad. No one ever talks to Stevie–well, except for all of the kids at school. I guess it’s mostly just me that no one talks to. But, I still feel bad.
It was my mother who gave birth to me. I was much younger at the time. I am told that from the time I was born, I continued to grow larger and larger. Sometimes when someone hadn’t seen me for a couple of years, they’d remark, “My, how you have grown!” That’s what kind of tipped me off that this whole growth process was happening. I grew in other ways too. For example, I learned to talk, camp, kind of mosey around a lot, and communicate through dance. I continued to grow bigger all this time. And then at some point, all the growing stopped and I stayed the same size. However, I retained the ability to talk and camp without any noticeable decline. At no point during my growing phase did I ever grow gills or sprout wings or do anything else to cause me to believe that I was some kind of half-bird, half-fish type of creature. Other than that there is nothing else to note about me.
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Poor little Chaddie-poo. Some things never change, do they?
I feel bad about a lot of things. I feel good about the weather though. HOORAY for spring!!!
You should feel bad!...who's bad? you're bad!
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