i wake up early some mornings to the pitter-patter of little footsteps. i roll over and gently caress my wife's naked shoulder and whisper in her ear that we need to buy more mouse traps.
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Parole!
the last time i got out of prison, i walked through the gates just in time to see the most amazing sunset. i took a deep breath and thought to myself, "you know, we're all guilty of something."
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