"It's true." she said as she raised her bejeweled left hand in a spastic manner to wipe away the beet juice that had accumulated on her brow.
"It can't be." I said as I kicked the bag of frozen peas into oncoming traffic and watched as they sprayed across the night sky like florescent green buck shot.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
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