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I don't know.
Just a bunch of random stuff I think up. And ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS right on the spot. =)

Submitted:Jun 26, 2008    Reads: 110    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Quinn: "A pity no one could hear you play. But one must suffer for one's art! I was scheduled to play my bassoon, but alas, I pinched my finger quite severly in my bassoon case! It was self-inflicted. SSH! Tell no one!"

Barry: "Hey, Mom! I just met a kid who is weirder than me!"

Mom: "That should cheer you up!"

Sally: "Is he imaginary?"

© 2008 Rachel Flynn


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