AN OUTRAGEOUS WASTE OF TIME AND TYPE
There's a cool neighborhood fountain paradise a five-minute drive from home. Across the road is a playground filled with things to climb up, squirm under. into, and through, whizz down, and all else, along with sharp wood chips that hurt my bare feet when I run on them.
Spun by Abigail on Sunday, July 24, 2005
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