Cora

Cory don't have to get all wurked up cause I put his shavin cream underneath the sink and hide it. He don't have to get all crazee and start new bizness with me cause I drink all the strawberry milk. This apartment is too small for us and dad and his girl, Darryl, that's been sleeping over, eating all of our cheerios and eggs and microwave popcorn. She seems nice enough but her teeth are all yellow. Not sure how dad puts up with yellow teeth like that. The boys I like, the posters on my walls, the teeth I'm looking at are white as snow white. That is what I'm talking about. Not like Darryl's teeth. They look like the front ends of some of Cory's whitee tighties all stained with pee and who knows what else laying in the corner of the bathroom for weeks. That boy, my twin, I'd like to choke him sometimes, that is what I'd like to do to him. Choke him and slap him and tell him no girls are every going to look at his oily faced self if he doesn't start dressing like he cares, which he don't.