For some reason I have this going around my head. And it looks like this girl is walking through hell.
My grandmother used to make me kneel by the bed and say my prayers when she babysat me. She wasn't Catholic but somehow she instilled in me a fearful Catholic guilt. If I stub my toe, to this day, I ask the empty room: "What was THAT for?" Bless her cotton frocks, she used to feed me fish finger sandwiches and little cakes and tell me to cut my hair short. Funny old stick she was.
My grandmother used to make me kneel by the bed and say my prayers when she babysat me. She wasn't Catholic but somehow she instilled in me a fearful Catholic guilt. If I stub my toe, to this day, I ask the empty room: "What was THAT for?" Bless her cotton frocks, she used to feed me fish finger sandwiches and little cakes and tell me to cut my hair short. Funny old stick she was.
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