Poetess : I write only at work.
Narrator : why don't you write beautiful story about me.
The one I was promised to?
I will be sitting on the street begging for food
And these people will walk by and say "dinner is not for you".
Grandma w. : very cute with this new hair style.
Narrator : you are driving me crazy ladies.
Grandma w. : I am writing.
Narrator : I never knew it would take almost eighty years.
...Anyway.. always essues on Mondays.
So tired..
