Signing the lien, he felt a twinge in his abdomen, as if someone were writing his own name on his belly with a pen of white phosphorus.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
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1 comments:
I have a bunch of pages of these. They were apparently exercises assigned to students to improve their caligraphy/handwriting. Great stuff.
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