Tea Party Welcome to my shell. Please make yourself at home. Hang your coat on my Insecurity. Set your hat on my dusty, old phone. Wipe your feet on my Self-Esteem. It’s lying in front of the door. I just can’t show you my Beauty; I forgot to pick it up at the store. There’s some Sanity there on the table . . . not much, but please take what’s left. I’d show you my heart, but it’s being repaired. It was broken by my last guest. Could you please hold this Grudge for a moment while I check on the cake of Despair? And let me know if you’re feeling weak, I have plenty of Strength you can wear. There are Wishes in an old cookie jar. I made them myself last night. Or I can brew up a pot of Bitterness, if you’re more in the mood for a fight. I can’t offer intelligent chatter. My Brain died while I was in school. But if you’re hurting for entertainment, I’d be more than happy to play the fool.
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