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Hungry for sentences, he scrounged without shame, his upturned legs kicking the air along the lip of the dumpster.

January 25, 2006 at 8:12 PM ::

I can’t even scrine my way out of a wet paper bag.

goliard on 01/26/06 at 05:30 AM ::

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