Monday, September 12, 2005

He rolls around corners, this one, lollingly, lopes around them, with a juvenile delinquent's looseness about the head and neck. It seems like it'd take him ten minutes to cross an average-size living room, but he can be suddenly *upon* you, with his practically lurid blue-razzberry irises all aspin. He seems allergic to sleeves of any kind.


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