Mrs. Frump (No Relation to Donald)

One day, Bailey was sitting in her metaphysics class, twiddling her thumbs as she daydreamed about all the fun things she wanted to do this weekend. “Excuse me, Bailey! Pay attention!” hollered Bailey’s teacher, Mrs. Frump. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Frump,” Bailey told her teacher before turning her attention back to the chalkboard that was filled... Continue Reading →

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