The
idea of having children strikes me as just as good an idea as giving a werewolf
a litter of kittens to raise. Waxing
days of love, waning days of tender care, a dire warning for a bedtime story,
and new moons shackled to the oak tree in the yard, teeth and claws gnashing and a
litter of kittens huddled underneath the house trembling. 9/10/08
Today I'm rolling in 36 deep with little pink, yellow, and purple tomato babies. (heirloom, ooh fancy)
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