On Christmas day, this was the note, written by Clementine, that all of my relatives saw as they approached our front door. Clementine, wearing her sparkling purple cape, felt that everyone should be officially greeted. While it somewhat concerns me that her handwriting is almost identical to my own, at least she doesn’t seem to have inherited my overwhelming fear of people.
Hopefully the handwriting is all that she inherited from me
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She has a future in sign making. This same style is quite popular with Ypsi shop owners.
It would be great if you left them out in the cold for hours while a purple-caped little girl watched through the blinds laughing.
You have a fear of people?
may & please… she is very polite.
Shop owners in Ypsi do not greet their customers, so she’d have to drop that part.
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Fear of people? Yeah.
I have social anxiety. It kind of comes along with OCD like a burger comes with fries.