"And time has stopped..."
That was the last text message I sent to Autumn, wondering where she could be at 12 pm on a Monday night...
The rest of the message was...
"No really, the clock died... Could you pick up batteries on the way home?"
I can't reach it... Well not without a chair and that would defeat the crutch of being short.
I actually enjoy the feeling of waving my arms at things I can't reach and waiting for tall people to help me. I think it gives them a sense of purpose and the feeling of being needed as well as indulging my sense of laziness...
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