I sit in a chair and drink tea.
KateWalker: the child is kidding nearby, the hand in my hair started and overtakes
KateWalker: grit, mom, what your hair is beautiful, soft, long
KateWalker: Will you give them to me when you die?
Owl: O_O
KateWalker: I’ve gotten a cup of tea.
KateWalker: Where did you go wrong in education, I don’t understand...