August 30, 2008
The girl who sat in front of Max one row over could crack her knuckles in five different ways. None of them seemed to work for Max. He watched now as she carelessly grasped two fingers at once: she was about to do the double crack. He followed her actions with his own hands—secretly, under [...]
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August 19, 2008
“Damn it Jim … she’s a zombie!”
“It doesn’t matter. I love her. What do you have against zombies anyway? Just because they’re
undead doesn’t mean they aren’t human.”
“Zombies are not human, Jim. They are the living dead! They are abominations!”
“Sticks and stones.”
“Your attraction to an animated corpse is absolutely disgusting. I mean, she’s rotting for heaven’s sake!”
“In [...]
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August 19, 2008
V. Pooh 10, he wants to be called. I can hardly wait for you to read his submission. Oh yes, he gets it — he gets everything.
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