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August 08, 2007
Even more lines that I've excised from my forthcoming novel
He carefully placed the delicate, golden crown on the mouse's tiny, furry head.
Carl knew they had to pedal faster if they were going to make it to Pittsburgh in time for snacks.
Her fingers were like fish sticks, kind of.
Elvis, sassafras, tongs -- yes, things were starting to add up.
"Gentlemen," he bellowed, "let's make toast!"
Posted by teb at August 8, 2007 08:52 AM