'She's talking to that mirror again, farther?' says Misst Craddock. Father Cradock turns round slowly from the book he is eating and explains that it is just a face she is going through and they're all the same at that age.
heh, so we're a bunch of narcissistic freaks. tell us something new
cheshire cat: go read the one about the insurance guy (and to think that n! wanted heathcliff to be an insurance agent!) wait. let me find it for you.http://wondermark.com/d/329.html
ooh, nice one. poor fido's in lurve with that house.at least the masochistic proclivity for inappropriate partners is not confined to our species.
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