Thursday, July 24, 2008

Chapter 4

That would be a picture of my glasses.

The picture is a bit blurry as it's taken without the aide of my glasses.

Heath thought he was pretty funny.

Not bad, dear, not bad.

I'm sure that's the end of this little game, sweetheart. You won. You're the champ. It's done. You have the victory. Waving my little white flag here. Honest.

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