It's nearing midnight and all the guests are gone . Wine glasses are laying everywhere .The place is so stuffy it feels like a sauna. You're exhausted and now you have to clean up . You feel like an ant that has to haul a giant caterpillar all by your self.
You go into the next room for a hope of a better scene. Instead of better, it's worse. The piano keys are strewn on the floor,springs are coming out of the couch,crayon on the walls,mud on the carpet,and your favorite thousand dollar kachina dolls destroyed. It looks like a tornado has come through the house.
You shake your head and say.
Why me?
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