An Even Amount Of Odd

| Related | May 8, 2013

(We’re all a little odd in my family. I’m in the dining room, when my mum walks in laughing her head off. On her hand is a paper bag, which she has turned inside out and drawn an owl on. I leave the room, and walk into the lounge. My brother is there; he looks up at me.)

Me: “We never stood a chance…”

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