I can not sit still. And I have to remain idle while the people in my community work. I feel I could do so much, and I’m stuck while Labor Day passes. My legs hurt, I’m freaking out, and there is PTSD at my every contact.
Yes, well; please wait while the world turns to fall. The girls stay with the girls and guys can just fail like normal.
Then tell me a story, wough me with a song, or make candyland from less than 47. I really need to know that the work is being done. It is labor day.
45 PERCENT 