"Although I clearly observed Oliver's lips form the three syllables of his name, no sound could be heard to issue forth. Instead, from his mouth dropped what appeared to be a wooden ball of irregular, though roughly spherical, shape."

Wednesday, May 04, 2005

Lovely Sophie

Because, after all, a sequential collection of written articles doesn't officially count as a blog unless it has a picture of a cat on it. I don't make the rules...


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