It’s Just A Wheelchair
by Silent - 20 April 2009
I am sitting in my chair now. I got back from my trip, after hours upon hours of travel. Luckily my boyfriend was at work. The box was in the apartment. I had a moment of panic. "God, what have I done". My first thought was that he would be back in a few hours, I had to find a place in the closet for the wheelchair, hide it, run away. Turns out he was dogsitting and would be gone the whole evening.
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