So far.
Eleventh
Jeffrey pulled into the driveway. His wife and son were at the door.
“Where were you?” Linda called. “We were getting worried.”
“I stopped for donuts,” Jeffrey replied. “Chocolate.” He held up a bag. “There was a line.”
“You’re sweet,” said Linda. “Coffee?”
He gave her a kiss. “Yes. Thanks.”
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Untitled - Part 11
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I get the impression this is going to end.... poorly.
Snag is really Quentin Tarantino
Quentin Snagatino.
I get the impression this is going to end.... poorly
But there are... donuts!!! And coffee!!
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