*scuffled knock on the door*
Surprising; not expecting anyone.
Look out the peep hole, see nobody around.
Open door to see if it was mailman or something and don't see anyone at first.
Then a skinny, bummy, long-hair guy peeks up from the stairs on the opposite end.
"Hello?" he says.
"Yes?" I say.
"You need any steaks today?" he says.
"Uh, no. We don't need any steaks today."
"Ok" he says and turns to leave.
I close the door.
Steaks?
~ castles of sand by Memory and Dream
at 9/13/2004 02:02:13 PM ~
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