The postman brought a strange package today.
Her heart rate was tracked.
What... what is this?
Phillipsburg? Wha-? AH! Is it?
Come on...
Is it really?
Oh, come on!
Stupid plastic... Scissors. SCISSORS!
Oh, COME ON!
Eeeeeeee!
(To be continued.)
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April 15, 2011
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