A bevy of random thoughts & observations from & about an averagely unaverage woman
Thursday, 27 November 2008
Leaving a trail
I can tell where the handyman has been because he leave a trail of coins in his wake. Pennies, nickles, dimes and quarters are strewn all over the Inn. I just wish the holes in his pockets could drop some foldable money.
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