She came from the south. He came from the sticks. Somehow, they made all this from pixels and love.
Friday, February 03, 2006
Orders State Relax
Everyone has an army. Hers sits on a desk she hopes that she won’t occupy long. In fact, I wonder if she even considers it her desk. But make no bones about it. She’s got an army. Charming, cherubic, gleaming plastic or stuffed cuteness, but an army.
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