Okay, let me write this quick before I start to cry.
I've just woken up from a most hideous night tremor. They raised up arms against her, and forced her to drown in the D room of her own Museum-Go-Round. Then she was hauled down to the neighborhood tar pit, tossed in. In a chorus they laughed; all were overjoyed.
Monday, April 21, 2008
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