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I Change My Mind

Some say I’m picky. I’m say I’m not. I won’t eat raw noodles out of the pot, But watch me scarf them down when they’re piping hot. Wait a second. I change my mind. Today I don’t like noodles. Some say I’m crazy. I say that’s true. I do not care if any of my clothes match, or my shoes. I don’t even care if I have shoes at all. Ouch! Oh, that hurt! I change my mind. Today I want my shoes, and quickly! Some say I’m spoiled. I have to agree, sometimes I am. I’m spoiled with the amount of people I call my friends. I’m spoiled with the number of people I call family, or clan. Wait a second? You say you’re related to me? Who said I was adding relatives today? Sorry, I changed my mind, but you're welcome to stay.

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