Daily Archives: September 18, 2012

I ran to a garrett- eer, if he had AC, I would take it, freely — ‘Watch your back,’ he said, ‘& your step’, but we pushed it thru the window

hot, all about the cedars, good I have my fan rubberband- ed ’round my spine- less book, & a ‘brella just in case pigs fly — they usually do, & wonder why, cannot he see thru it