Pickles hurt his foot on the train tracks earlier, he seems fine now. After the incident, walking down the sidewalk, an intense déjà vu- "...Pickles hurt his foot...Pickles hurt his foot...Pickles hurt his foot..."- all down the echoing corridors.
L. was giving me a hard time over my use of direct address in this, but you don't have a problem with it, do you? Let me know.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
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