Once upon a time, a girl and her mother became almost obsessed with paper dolls, and these are their attempts at taking those stories, and making sense out of them....
Monday, February 16, 2004
Po'Em still didnt understand what would cause me to bar her from the Whale. I decided to make it clear to her. I walked into the room, and said to her, think about it Po, you have all these men offering thier lives and hearts to you...You'd think that you could have some respect for them. Here's something for you to think about while you're not busy having sex. I tossed the box holding that diamond ring on the bed....it's time to make a decision about what's important to you. I have already given you enough reason to believe that you were special to me, very special. I love you Po, and either you marry me, or I'm getting the hell out of here and you can keep your damn boat, your men, and your childish behavior...you aren't 14 anymore Po! I had gotten angry, and before I said anything else, I slammed the door and left her alone.
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