12/5/24

I cant stop thinking about roast. My mom makes the best roast I can even fathom. When I wake up , I think about roast, when I'm in school, I think about roast, before I go to sleep I think about roast. The soft potatoes and carrots make it 10x better. Roast is me, I am roast. 

Today we read a bit more of the story and basically the boy's grandmother knows there is no chance of getting let off and wants him to at least die a man. He didn't have much of a father figure so having the qualities of a man is taking him longer than typical. 

Today's class was actually interesting and really made me think. It sure was cold in that classroom though.

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