Bob: OH! Oh go back...go back to um, evening activites. I think we need to readsome sort of story.
Barbie: agreed.
Bob: around a fire, with hot chocolate.
Gen: How about "Finals doomsday"?
12.03.2006
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Think of this blog as a refuge for my homeless thoughts, an island of misfit toys--short stories without purpose, detached ideas, adventurous musings, rants and wistful words, entries with layers and entries with barely a mark of character. These aren't the words you would display in the living room, they're those you bury in the dusty recesses of your attic, or cram between your mattress and the bedboard only to explore in the afterhours with a flashlight. Copyright Everything. Enjoy.
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