
Credits HERE
Journaling reads: But that’s not fair. But I don’t want to. But Jacob’s not going to bed. But Mum. But I was just going to do something. But, but, but...
It frustrates me so much. Just that one little word. Just three little letters. Lately it is your answer to each and any request. I asked Mark a few days ago if we could classify it as a swear word in this house. But of course he said no.
I think that about sums it all up.
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