I’m still with My Dreams and I. I reread the first words. I don’t know where they come from. Don't bite off more than you can chew The words don’t come from my family. Or myself. Instead I’d generally have no idea what I was biting off. I’m in Grade 7. I write a short play,
A STORY. 31. ON BITING OFF AND CHEWING
A STORY. 31. ON BITING OFF AND CHEWING
A STORY. 31. ON BITING OFF AND CHEWING
I’m still with My Dreams and I. I reread the first words. I don’t know where they come from. Don't bite off more than you can chew The words don’t come from my family. Or myself. Instead I’d generally have no idea what I was biting off. I’m in Grade 7. I write a short play,