Friday, April 06, 2012

Thousand: Seven Hundred Ten

to get away from it. “I wonder if it wanted into my heart, too,” she mutters, and the fountain says, “The leprechaun is here, don’t you know, don’t you know, kill the buddha on the road and steal the nails from the crucified god.” The girl isn’t sure she wants to catch up to the guardian but it’s somewhere to hurry to and the girl has the feeling she is better off hurrying. Her slippers make a brisk and steady whisper on the paving stones. “Just don’t start trying to tell me shit,” the girl says, and, coming to a

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