Disorderly FashionA Story by M.E.LyleMy brain is scrambled.Disorderly Fashion I washed the dishes this morning, dried them, and put them in their place. I sat down and ate a bowl of Frosted Mini Wheats with copious amounts of milk. "Silly me," I thought. If only I had waited to wash the dishes until after I had eaten, all things would be in their place; clean and orderly. Now the plate just sits there, milk dripping from it's lip, like an unkept child. Well, there's nothing I can do about it now.
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