I am scared. I Gotta keep it together. It is hard. I know I am not supposed to be here right now, but I am here.
I think I gotta keep watch. You never know when things are gonna happen.
Beatriz and I went to lunch early so that we can get it together.
It feels weird being in her big body. She wore a new bra today that feels like we are strapped in for take-off. I hate it. I feel bunched. I told Beatriz to take it off. She says we can’t. It has to stay on. She said something about being WORK APPROPRIATE. Boring! And I am still bunched. She said that is what happens when I come out at work. That she’s in boring clothes that bunch. Ugh.
She does not understand that I have a job to do. I am The Lookout!