There was a boy who had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. As he woke up, ate breakfast, on the car pool, in school, at the dentist’s clinic, shoe store, and his father’s office, he messed up. In the end, his mother told him that some days are really terrible, even in Australia.
- T. Keith
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