Tuesday, November 4, 2008

C. analisis: psycchological

Later came this so called Hoover vile, a place where a fellow’s house could be another’s garbage, houses of stinking carton and a smell of unhappiness in the air... that’s where we realized there wasn’t gona be no grapes in our mouths
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Mr Paul said...

Sorry guys, I can't tell who wrote this, you know you have to write your name on your entries. Seems that the precious ones are the same.

November 9, 2008 at 4:33 PM

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