 | 21 Jan, 2007 - Paper, Paper and more paper, Thats all my eyes see these days. The moment I see paper, I have this strong desire to go pick it up and tear it. I have damaged a few of my parents books already, nothing important so far. My father calls me the human paper shredder. My favorite things to shred are my father's notebooks and magazines. I also tend to put the paper in my mouth which is when my parents stop me. I think they are waiting for the day when I will stop putting things in my mouth. |
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