And so there were popcorn.
The heavens opened and we heard it -- the sound of water rushing forth, brass, and clocks.
Meanwhile in England, they were choosing to read at Oxford, the do battle at Birmingham, to wallow in Wales.
Who put the hail in this day?
Who put the heather in the picture?
It's late and everyone is sleeping.
Beds. Couches. Glasses on tables and faces.
It will be new.
It will be tears of joy and days of awe.
It will be searching.
It will be hovercars for Christmas.
Seriously, digestion is a real bitch sometimes.
Enough already.
Location:Dover St,Baltimore,United States
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