Sunday, April 23, 2017


From today --

  Satchel parked the car and got out and walked towards the silver house.  'Crushed flat soup can' was what Holland had said.  Satchel thought the residence looked more a mangled musical instrument like during half time a melee had emptied the stands into the playing field and a retreating band member shedding all excess weight had sacrificed a trumpet. 

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