Sometimes I sit in my room and try to move things. I stare as hard as I can at say, a tissue box and think, “MOVE!” Crinkling up my forehead, scrunching my eyes, I will with all might that the tissue box will levitate. So far, nothing has ever moved. But I am still hoping to develop extra-sensory powers.
I guess what I fear most is being ordinary. Well, let me qualify that. I fear nuclear holocaust, monsters under my bead, big furry tarantulas, and the theft of my dear teddy bear, Buddy Love, just as much or more. But I don’t want to be ordinary
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