Date: Wed, 7 Jun 2006 19:36:25 -0400 (EDT)
All I am now is the latest number in Annie's considerable body-count. ana andesine "He stared at her, groggy but appalled.
What he had burned had been nothing more than an illusion with a title page on top — blank pages interspersed with written rejects and culls. Far from it. The pain wasn't tidal. Except for the book. Then there was a sound. He thought: There comes a point when the very discussion of pain becomes redundant. He hadn't died, hadn't slept, but for awhile after Annie hobbled him the pain went away. dishes
