why I get paid the big bucks around here...
for the brilliant solution to place a huge painting on the windowsill.
A little thrill of joy races through me when I look over at it, nestled between the curtains; it looks like it's always been there.
it's kind of perfect because the painting is of a wintry pasture with two trees at dawn.
it's this kind of stuff that makes working for Marilyn seem like a likely story.
posted by stine @ 11:30 PM
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2 Comments:
scored than what "the cometh" dragged
some would fleet the fleet was scorched.
cot-on-cot pell and the goldes.
my eigth grade pictures were a mess.
telekinetic barrier in Jimenez or I judge you will not have deeper thought. end to the
neonset of yer thunk.
Hrm. You left a comment on my blog, but I have no way to reply, and now my server's gone. Anyway, Stiney, gimme a mail, eh? blansten at the gmail. We'll chat. Catch up. All that.
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