I’m sitting in Mrs. Alfi’s class eating my hot dogs. Myia claims to be at some club meeting, but I know the truth: she can’t face the humiliation of watching me eat the hot dogs she gave me. Oh sweet, sweet victory!
I have to say, the hot dogs taste pretty good even though I didn’t heat them up. They’re like pizza; they taste good hot or cold. Either that, or they taste so good because they represent my awesomeness.
I’m still waiting for Myia to put the link to Haley’s blog up…
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