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THE FACE TO THE HAIR
One time a bee flew in my hair and hung out for a solid 20 minutes
until I found it and said, "Sir, you do not pay rent here. Please leave."
I guess being nice worked because it never stung me, nor have I ever been stung. I'd like to think I'm good at compromising.
Speaking of bees, I lost the first round of my fifth grade spelling bee, but I knew
determination outweighed defeat. I've been playing with words ever since.
Truthfully, I'm just trying to make 11-year-old me proud.
Lending my ears for a story. Sharing stories in exchange for a smile. Making people smile.