The Final Momoir

So. This is how it ends. With a teenaged girl standing over my body…frantically mashing…

444. 44-2-8-33. 999-666-88.

Over and over and over.

While laughing maniacally and rocking back and forth like a lunatic rocking horse.

Or, you know…that’s how I imagine this playing out when I get home with her new prepaid flip phone tonight. That she will give up her iPhone for until she can stop being…such…a…teenager.


*save me*

Published by jazzhandsmom06

I'm just a girl in the world...that's all that you'll let me be.

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