by Ben Morrow
"Once upon a time the end," said my older brother.
"What?!"
"Okay," he said with his annoyed voice, "I'll read it again."
"Once upon a time the end," he said, flipping the pages of the book under his thumb.
"That story is too short!" I protested.
"Too bad. You can't read. Now go to bed."
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Bedtime
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