So far.
Forty-seventh
Jeffrey waved to Officer Steenson as they drove past each other. He swung into his driveway. Linda opened her door.
“Mom, hurry up,” Tyler said.
“I will,” said Linda. “It’s right on the counter.” She went inside.
Jeffrey got out of the Camry and stretched. It was a fine afternoon.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Untitled - Part 47
Posted by Snag at 12:38 PM
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Where's Peter Griffin??
Was my diagphragm on the counter. Again?
No no no. Go back. Go back. Go back.
COME ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!! The suspense is killing us!!
See, that's the plan.
Snag's going to drop us, one by one, then take over our blogs.
Then ????
Profit!!!
That sure sounds like the road to riches. Woo-hoo! Poppa needs a new pair of shoes!
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