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Monday, June 28, 2010
Spike
The dog growled at me threateningly. I pulled back, afraid of the damage he could do to my fragile skin. He barked, his body banging against the little white picket fence. Someone’s face appeared in the window. I waved the mail high in the air. She smiled and came right out. “Good boy Spike. Now leaver her alone!” With that, Spike sank onto his haunches and let me proceed with my job.
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wow you had a little trouble with you space-bar there. I call it heavy thumb syndrome.
ReplyDeleteOtherwise a nice tid-bit.
The space bar was not the issue.... I think it was just formatting from another program. Maybe not. But fixed all the same. Thanks for letting me know.
ReplyDeleteI think you would really like the sight too. You should try it sometime. Link is to the right.