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come on across to the Internet
.......Milton and Mary were squabbling the green chilis from the can.......................their apparent rancor boiling to the surface incessantly raising her hand......................unblunted by the sound of real voices an uncompleted task.............as they furiously uploaded streams of biting scratching words continually unwrapping them.........concerning the layout of the new community pages burning, burning, burning............or as Mary liked to call it: blood stains....................the community site upgrade. brown grass on the hills... merged with the screen for days................. a red front door................ sleep............................... background noise............ low flying planes............. the smell of green grass.... warm sun......................... soft fur........................ working............................ making things.................... blue shirt....................... making love...................... blue jeans......................... potato soup...................... never know why............... nausea.............................. footprints.......................... unwashed windows........... a dark corner.................... walking............................. riding................................ the horizon........................
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