Crush I’m supposed to love everybody but I hate my Sunday School teacher, she should marry me when I’m old enough, I’m 10 to her 25 and by then she’ll be even older than old but I don’t care and I won’t care, she was meant for me and vice versa, I know so because I feel it right strongly, deep-down inside and in my heart or at least my chest and speaking of chests she has two, bosoms they’re called and that’s straight out of the Bible so it’s not dirty although it’s funny and put it, or them,…