My first black eye and it wasn't even at the hand of either of my brothers. Can you believe it? Do you want to hear how I got this? Well, it all started with meeting a mountain lion in a dark alley. Just joking. The story isn't nearly that exciting.
I was walking across my bedroom, tripped on the carpet and smashed my face into the frame of the bunk beds. Smooth huh? It cried really hard for a couple of minutes, but then I was okay once I had an ice pack and my kitty to cuddle with. And now I'm just waiting for this scrape and bruise to heal. It's a darn good thing my favorite color is purple.
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