Sunday, July 11, 2010


"Frank!" I yelled over the beat-up vehicle, "Are you almost done? I'm being eaten alive out here." It was late and the mosquitoes wouldn't stop attacking.

He'd been working hard for the last twenty minutes and didn't appreciate the rebuff. 'We can leave right now if you don't care that your precious bike isn't secure yet."

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