Then he sat miserably on the step for awhile, occasionally throwing me this pathetic glance over his shoulder.
Lest I leave you feeling sorry for him, here is a minute later after I made a blowfish on the window.Though he tends toward the dramatic, I'm hoping one day, he'll be very good at talking about feelings with his wife. But I do hope he loses the sagging shoulders and the pitious face. Can't you just picture it? "Alice, I'm downhearted."
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How does he know the word downhearted? Mom
He said he made it up!
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