Thursday, January 15, 2009

Salad

The little girls did not permit insubordination.
"We only allow nine yellow tickets!" one cried.
But one never knows the next ten years. The cool night air gave a dim suspicion. The boy stammered.
"What do you do with them?" he asked
If it were dark there would be no great consequence! He wouldn't look. They have guns.

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