Before Losing Yourself Completely to LoveMark Yakich
When I was a kid, my mother harped on me for my unmade bed. But I didn't see the sense in making the bed since I was coming back to it soon. Then I started to see the world for what it really was. Each morning I would pull the bedspread over the disheveled sheets and blankets, leaving a lumpy mess underneath. The bed looked like it was occupied with a family of rats and snakes. Mother knew what I was doing, but she didn't like rats and snakes anymore than I did.
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