Monday, January 26, 2009

Your Liver Don't Live Here

Discontent, she always seemed to merge into his knife. The Custodian was a Doctor. It was all bad advice, awful food, wrong prescriptions, and too little too late.
One of Oliva's crutches were broken. Fred held her shoulder..................... ........................... "Fred, you're here to give and give, that's a fine thing".

This time while slipping, she closed her eyes.

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