Conflicts

It seems my youngest has had more time to write recently than I have.  Here is a paper I found in his school work.  It made me laugh out loud.

Conflicts

The conflict between me and my brother is complicated because sometimes we are best friends and others we’re the worst of enemies.  The conflict between me and nature is pollen.  It turns my snot different colors.  My conflict against myself is my batte to be quiet.  I’m currently losing.

Classic.

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