She came from the south. He came from the sticks. Somehow, they made all this from pixels and love.
Monday, May 12, 2008
She surveys the kitchen and finds everything is as she asked. The bowl filled with water. Her toys scattered to and fro. And she leans back and yawns. The fishiness is gone. All that remains is to kiss and jump and be beautiful. An easy order for her.
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