26 June 2012
I ran for the Chapstick mom keeps in her purse. My lips were so chapped that they couldn't feel worse! I dug through her handbag and pulled it out quickly, then sighed in relief as I smeared it on thickly. I felt so much better I almost rejoiced. My painful, dry lips were now mended and moist. My dad burst out laughing. My mom looked amused. Her Chapstick was lost. That was lipstick I'd used.
--Kenn Nesbitt
My 300th Opuss- I Ran For The Chapstick • Opuss № I