Wednesday, August 25, 2010
gastritis
He cries as he sits looking up at skindancer as skindancer takes from the young one all his nickels and dimes from the plastic bus let this be your first lesson in grid living he said with a chuckle but the boy found little humor and demanded his money back so SD said you can have most of your money back because now i have to charge you again little humor was felt by the boy and demanded once again all his cash back which was given to him only partially with a really good explanation as to why this autrocity occurred eventually the boy withdrew into the idea of having all his money taken from him which sounded like a very bad deal after all what was being said to him the boy figured it would indeed be best to have SD look over things for him to prevent even more from being taken from other people in the future. LLc 98.2
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