Tuesday, March 2, 2010

March 2010


Artificial Sweetener in a Polystyrene Cup.

"There's simply... We don't..." Clive said as himself on his tea. It never him long to, and today was no exception.
"It's growing... and there's... made worse… we have..." said Clive. In an attempt to his down, he it as a whip.
"Cut it out, man," said James, who was not new to Clive burning himself. "We have everything we need. You can by over here."
"I am! Believe me... I spend…. You know… that's what... I'm, like... the critics... and then... and then... that..." James Clive to.
"Simplify your searches and let us meet again in an hour." James took his afternoon nap to think about Clive's hand.

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