Saturday, July 12, 2008

Gift of the Gob?

Is it a gift or a major problem I need to work on? My gob needs to be zipped. Or stitched tight to be on the safer side.

I just reminded my uncle of his ex-wife in front of his new wife. And I could hear the grandfather clock ticking due to the razor-sharp tension that cut through the air.

At Gelato cafe
Till we meet again,
Sedeso

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