Our new downstairs neighbor is just about as obsessed with farming Monarch butterflies as Jame Gumb was with Death’s Head moths.
I’m starting to wonder if she’s got a fat girl in a well down there.
Category: Everyday Life
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I'm Sarah L. Crowder.
Sometimes I write things, & I used to act. I enjoy pretending to be a T-Rex, wearing cardigan sweaters, & extolling the virtues of the Oxford Comma. Afraid of clowns, spiders, & sticky jam hands. Unapologetically fat.