There are things in this life that happen and you know that there is just something about it that is not right. You really can’t say what it is but it just doesn’t look right, sound right, or feel right. Mr. Mucus, who is in kindergarten, short, round, red headed and whiter than new store bought sheets, gets on the bus right after the Twins that are not twins. He often starts the morning like he did this morning by saying, “Good morning, what’s going on girlfriends?” He was corrected quickly this morning by the Twins about his misunderstanding of their relationship.
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