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Monday, September 19, 2005

Online Jotters: Writers Tennis 6.

Part Six

But like many proposals and cherry pie ideas, there was always the small print to consider. What was hidden and what was extra? Maybe it seemed too good and then it could be that I as being overly cautious. Only time and truth would reveal if it would work out

Mark W.

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

THE HOT, FETID ODOUR SCOURED THE SKIN FROM MY CHEEK, THEN, ON, ON IT CAME AGAIN, NEXT SINGING MY NOSTRILS TIL, "STOP, STOP!" I CRY, THROWING UP MY HANDS TO BLOCK THE ONSLAUGHT OF BREATH, JUST AS A CLEAN HOLE BURNS THROUGH THE TOP MY HEAD. MY EYES ARE SQUISH. I CAN NO LONGER SEE. I BLINK BLINDLY. THROWING TO THE SIDE MY HALF A HEAD, I FUMBLE IN THE POCKET OF MY JACKET FOR THE MINTS, BUT TOO LATE... I RETCH AS ANOTHER HOT SINGING RUSH MELTS MY ENTIRE NOSE OFF. I CAN NOLONGER SMELL. 'THANK BLOODY CHRIST.

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