Carousing with nobodies was Fred's schema, and oh, was the night young. Oliva made no movements for twelve hours. She dreamed dreamless dreams.
Fred went too far this time. It is time to pull the plug.
"What a racket! Do you think she is still catatonic?"
Sunday, October 12, 2008
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