Saturday, 12 January 2008

A walk

Mr no one was walking around his village. The rain was beating down and he stopped under a tree. He looked at the shadow that it cast on the ground and saw the map of his future. He looked closely at the shadow and said 'are you an object?' The rain continued to beat down. It didn't get faster for the emphasis of this tale.

Mr no one was in the future now. She lifted its head and moved through to the next part of the story. I'm about more than a one person. You are plural and I am's rural. He got out of the wagon and cried 'those goddamn ponies are really beginning scare the living hell out of me man!'

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