The Pilgrim Sole
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
I cannot tell a lie.
It was morning. I was out of money. I was hungry. There were cherry trees bursting with ripe, luscious, red orbs. I cannot tell a lie. I didn´t chop down the trees, not even one of them. But--. Mmmmmmmm.
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