Nov 23, 2002
"In time we all taste the lime in the light."
This is not at all a respectable hour for a girl to be getting home. But it's a bloody good excuse for not being able to put thoughts into proper order or words for that matter. I'm chilly, all of a sudden. And tired of playing the luckless outsider. In cases of welcome beckoning, with few exceptions, I will answer.
Ooh. It's dawn. And a grey one at that.
The cabin door opened and he saw the Hungarian standing in a shaft of grey light: "Daybreak, gentlemen!"
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