4.3.08

Pulp

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whispered back, soothing, always soothing him.

"@Øö‚JPêA#h'@8 .€Ëà:¸ î€`Œƒç`¼óa!2Dä!UH 2€Ì d¹A>P ECqB¹Ð¨*…*¡Z¨ú:]€®BÐ=hš‚~…ÞÃL‚©°2¬ Ã Ø ö†ƒá5pœçÀùðN¸®ƒÁíðø:|ŸÃ³@ˆ QC â‚ø!H,ÂG6 …H9R‡´," he shouted as he slammed the glass hard--so hard--on the table. The foamy beer ran down the counter top into her lap.

"]H/r A¦‘w( Š‚¢£ Q¶(OTŠ…JCm@£*QGQí¨Ô-Ô(jõ MF+¡ Ð6h/ô*t:]€.G7." Her voice was desperate, and she knew already that he wouldn't listen. Not now. Not this far.

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3 comments:

ETC said...

Crest & Trough, repeat

Anna Nym said...

trest & crough peatre

ETC said...

Turn your head and cough.
And again.