Out of the corner of my eye, I see a dark blurred oval freefall from the ceiling:
Angel, naked too, hustles me off the massage table and as I stand,
bobbing, grabs a tissue from the nightstand, pounces:
"I am sorry I have to kill you!"
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>> posted by John Psmyth
• 11/16/2005 07:34:00 PM
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