Thursday, April 05, 2012

Thousand: Seven Hundred Nine

city out of the Arabian Nights only be hit on by a Jesus freak. “Uh,” she says, “my guide’s gotten ahead of me, I think. Uh. Better catch up with her. Nice uh nice meeting you, I guess.” The girl is backing up while she says this, the fountain backing her up, “Unburdened by the life quotient, a new respectful entity of distrust randomly pursues the sinking passenger.” In other words, “Get this guy in your review mirror!” As she spins on her heel and makes off after the fat guardian, she flashes on the leprechaun and how she hurried

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