“Destroy it?” someone asked uneasily.
“That’s right. Destroy it.”
I’m dreaming of a white
Christmas on the road to
A desert golf course
He waited a minute while I surveyed what he was wearing: a girl’s sleeveless pink blouse, matching shorts, pink girls’ running shoes with white ankle socks, his/her long blond hair held in a pony tail by a pink barrette.
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We are all born mad, some remain so.
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