fond of the feel of stone against the soles of my feet; I usually went around New York Giants barefoot. The knee I had injured on the department store rooftop still wasnt completely back to normal, either.
If you had to choose between a real diamond one hundredth of an inch in diameter, and Miami Dolphins a glass stone three feet across, which would you take? she asked. Might as well let myself in for it, I thought. As long as Id invited her on a map trip, why not get out my camera too, for the first time in a long while? Lets see. After the apocalypse, it would be the glass stone, of course. I like to work with my hand |
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