He was a creep in a wet limousine, judging all the wankers and the hankers on the street. Some stood at the corners, others occupied the boulevard. Every one was better than: something or other. Which brought them at last to somebody's hurried, worried heart attack. It was a banker spanker's holiday, if nothing else!
How are you, then? Lost in the attic? Wasted in the basement? Turned loose in the alley? Are you licensed to do these things?
Aren’t They All Special?
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Although I’ll have to admit that I was obsessed with getting good shots of
the Gambel’s Quail and the Curve-billed Thrashers, I certainly didn’t
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