I remember a time where I once had an afro. It wasn't real tho... just a wig. I remember when I wore it as well. I liked it alot untill... well ... I lost it... I thought it was just in a box somewhere but nope... I was wrong. It was lost... the only place I remember it being was in a box. After that it was gone. Even tho I was upset about it I really didn't care. I forgot to say that I was 5 years old that time. After that it wasn't my problem anymore. And I didn't care at all. If I lost it I lost it. And if it's gone then it is gone.
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Family friendly life book.
Non-FictionI decided to make a family friendly story book. And how to make it impossible for me to not swear? My life. There's your answer.
