Monday, May 11, 2009

Thomas Kinkade Cobblestone Bridge

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Obviously something was meant to happen.
She stared at a menu nailed to the wall. It was misspelled, of course, because the menu of the folkier kind of restaurant always has to have misspellings in it, so that customers can be lured into a false sense of superiority. She couldn't recognize Extra Curry 5p
Porn cracker 4p
Eat It Here Or,
Take It Away
The hatch snapped open again and a large brown bag of allegedly but not really waterproof paper was dumped on the little ledge in front of it. Then the hatch slammed shut again.
Susan reached out carefully. The smell rising from the bag had a sort of thermic lance quality that warned against metal cutlery. But tea had been a long time ago.
She realized she didn't have any money onthe names of most of the dishes, which included:Curry with Vegetable 8pCurry with Sweat, and Sore Balls of Pig 10pCurry with Sweer and Sour, Ball of Fish 10pCurry with Meat 10pCurry with Named Meat 15p

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